He grinned back at her in that charming sort if way, a trait that his mother claimed he’d inherited solely from his father. Reclining leisurely back against his chair instead of forward, he plucked the cookie back up from the table and complied by eating it instead of holding it or leaving it to sit while he ran his mouth about Clark. As fun as talking about him was, it got old and boring after some time of conversation stuck on that one subject. There were so many things that could be said, and then you didn’t want to say anymore.
Finished with what he had been doing, Bart tilted his head up to the ceiling and then to the walls that took up placement all around them. The room was spacey and full of expensive things, the kind of things that Lex could go out and buy, without noticing a dent in his bank account after doing it. It wasn’t interesting enough to keep his attention. Bart was looking at Lana again, almost as soon as he’d looked away.