Dean frowned slightly when Clark told him to hang on and then had to be very manful not to squeak .. spree ... whatever the hell that word was, like a girl when he realized that Superman was using X-ray vision. He managed to properly compose himself by the time he looked back at him and also had to stop himself for asking, if he could have the change. Because, hey? Why not?
"Well, I was kind of wanting to open this bottle of wine." He hoped that Clark didn't ask. "I mean if you could .. that'd be cool." That would be more than cool. Superman wasn't Batman but he wasn't bad, in Dean's book.