"She's not going to throw anything at me," Clark said hastily. He looked over at Lois, hesitating slightly. "Right?" She didn't seem too angry. At all. The fact that Lois was being so oddly understanding was making Clark feel a little disoriented himself. He had expected rage and ranting and an incoming field of furniture missiles. It made Clark feel like he had either had enough practice to get this down the right way without pissing someone off (which he didn't) or Lois was doing this wrong (which he was beginning to think she was). Hands still jammed into his pockets, Clark kept to his corner of the room. He didn't want to wander over, only to have Lois change her mind when he got closer. The last thing he needed for her to do was freak out on him.
...not that she didn't do that often already.
"I'm not lying," Clark verified, "it's the truth."