To be fair, Clark didn't have much in the way of clothes. His suit, though, was indestructible. Well, usually. There were more than a few times it'd been torn to shreds, but that was after battling armies of intergalactic invaders and none of that seemed to be an issue around these parts. His civvies, though, were more delicate. One accidental crash to the ground, too fast glide through some trees, and it was over for them.
"Oh, I hate when they talk about their exes," he replied with a mild half-grin. He glanced at his cape and smiled. "Thanks. Ma'll appreciate the compliment." She had, after all, helped him make the costume.