He glanced in the direction that Peter had nodded toward and listened carefully, a quiet nod of understanding followed. He considered the man's offer. In truth? He wasn't too keen going into something completely blind. Clark wasn't exactly good with surprises. Surprises, in Clark's world, tended to be fun things like "Surprise! You're an alien that crash landed in our corn field and we decided to adopt." Or "Surprise! The remnants of your homeworld will kill you."
"Never one to turn down a helping hand," he replied, "or a free tour." Plus, Peter was, officially, the only person he knew in town. So, for better or worse, Peter was sort of stuck with him for the time being. He glanced back at Peter, flashed him the pearly whites, and then said: "So, you want a lift or ... ?" He figured either a) flying was not something Peter was new to seeing or b) Peter would be eager to go along with for the ride. There was, usually, no in between in his experience.