He was losing him. Not good. Maybe he should have left the fictional part for another time. Clark sometimes forgot that his name was so well known in this world; introducing himself as, well, himself hadn't really been a problem for him up until he had gotten here. "It wasn't the Russians," Clark confirmed. "I mean, I'm sure there are some Russian demons out there, but the one responsible for it all wasn't Russian...I don't think." Clark didn't think Lilith was Russian. He hadn't gotten the chance to see her face-to-face before she had been killed, so he honestly couldn't say. It didn't seem all that important to him anyway. Russian or American, it didn't matter to him. It was the person behind the crime that was to be blamed, not the country in which they were born. "Now, listen, about the name -" Clark glanced over his shoulder, checking to see if there was anyone watching. There were still a few people milling around the street. There was no way Clark was going to be able to prove his point here, right out in the open. "I know it's hard to believe, but if you come with me I can prove it to you." Blue eyes flashed back to Freddie insistently. "That's another problem about the thing that brought you here. It's bringing people in from other universes, which means that some of those people are known as fictional here. There are a lot of others like me back at the apartment building everyone is grouped at. Some fictional, others not. But we're all very much real."
Clark gave the street another scan. He considered pulling his shirt open a bit to show Freddie the black t-shirt with the 'S' shield painted on it underneath, but he realized that would probably be a useless tactic. This wasn't the costume everyone knew. And even then, if he had been wearing that costume, the man would probably think he was some sort of die-hard fan rather than the actual thing. Of course, Clark could show him one of his abilities, but they couldn't do that here out in the open. They would need to find a private alley or someplace similarly closed off.
"You can walk away at any time. I promise, I won't stop you." Clark shoved his hands into his pockets, shoulders lifting up and dropping heavily with the gesture. He wanted to help him. Clark really did. That was the only reason he was risking putting his abilities out in the public like this right now. Even a quiet alley would be risky. "Why don't you walk with me? Somewhere a little more private? I can prove to you that I'm Clark Kent. Then we can move on from there. And I promise, this private location won't be entirely private. All you'd have to do is yell and people would come running. It'll be right off the street, just enough so that people aren't looking at me."