The smile he lured out of her brought on another of his own. "Do my ears deceive me? Lois Lane is coming around to plaid? Do you think you could say that again when this is all over in front of a camera? I feel like this might need to be recorded for future reference." He was in no way acknowledging the rest of her statement. It was much more satisfying to focus on the part where victory seemed like it was actually within his reach.
Though their jokes were lighthearted, Clark knew that they were going to have to focus up if they were going to nail this guy without being detected. He shot Lois a final smug grin, then folded his jacket over and tucked it away alongside her abandoned clothing.
As Clark listened to Lois explain how she knew where they were, his expression slowly shifted from curiosity to distaste. Moriarty's people. The last time that Lois had gotten tangled with them, she had been shot. If they were walking into their territory, not only was the risk increasing, but the chances of them crossing paths with the same people that had been there the night that Lois had been attacked...
Clark reached up to tug at his tie, fingers pausing halfway when he remembered that he wasn't wearing it anymore. "Maybe this isn't such a good idea," he started, knowing as soon as he opened his mouth that Lois was never going to back down. She had gone all this way. Furthermore, this was far too juicy a story for her to pass up. As much as Clark loathed the idea of her walking into that club, he knew that there was nothing he could do to stop her.
Which was why he was so glad that he'd talked her into partnering up with him. Lois was safe. He wouldn't let anyone touch her.