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[uplifters]

I'd like to say I know it.

Does a demon own your soul right now, John?

[ravenscars]

How'd you guess?

It's why I panicked when they told me I was dying. I'm apparently not only destined for Hell, but to be tormented like no other soul. That'll be fun.

[uplifters]

What? [ This is hardly how Clark expected their first casual text to go, but maybe he's too used to people keeping their secrets. ]

There's got to be a way to fix it.

[ravenscars]

[ John, at this point, doesn't really care for secret keeping - not about things like this, and not with Clark, who seems to... he deserves honesty, and something about him makes him comfortable to talk to. ]

Oh, who knows. On the upside, as long as they're going to catfight over me, I get to live. Still up for coffee with a guy who doesn't own his own soul?

[uplifters]

[ What do you say to the most powerful, magical human you know, who's also decided his own soul isn't worth saving?

Clark doesn't know anything about demonology. Maybe the wizard at the Rock of Eternity would, even if he hates him more than anything.

But for now, he concedes: ] I'd like it with the man who saved my life, yes.

[ravenscars]

[ John's lucky he wasn't inhaling on his cigarette, because he might have choked. He's surprised, is all, and he drops it and then scoops it off the concrete, coughing into his arm. ]

Huh. Well. Alright then, it's a date.

[uplifters]

Yeah. I thought you knew I wouldn't say 'no'?

I just can't believe you took the pleasure of asking from me.

[ravenscars]

I never assume that sort of thing.

Well, damn. Forget I asked.

[uplifters]

Is it still spontaneous if you know it's coming?

[ravenscars]

You don't have to ask right now, if you want to keep me on my toes. Surprise me. Something like that.

[uplifters]

Surprise you?

That's a dangerous thing to ask of Superman, Mr. Constantine.

[ravenscars]

Is it? Because now I want it even more.

[uplifters]

Well, golly! All right. You asked for it!

I hope you're on guard from now on, John. Lest you do anything you might regret...

[ravenscars]

[ This is the cutest thing in the world, and John is absolutely furious about it. ]

You got it, mate. I'll keep my eyes open. Maybe even behave. Who knows?

[uplifters]

There's no need for that.

I like you just the way you are.

[ravenscars]

Didn't expect to be your type, Kent.

[uplifters]

[ Clark laughs in surprise. He waves off the look Lois gives him over the divider between their cubicles. ]

Do I need to have a type to want to get to know you?

[ravenscars]

[ John squints and brushes it off, parrying it with a question. ]

You can't possibly tell me you don't have a type.

[uplifters]

I don't have a type!

Do you?

[ravenscars]

You're a weird bloke, Clark.

Of course I do.

[uplifters]

What is it, then, O Enlightened One?

[ravenscars]

[ He feels especially dumb for not predicting this question. ]

What? God, I don't know. I like people who have their shit together. Hope is attractive. Optimism. Bravery. Patience and compassion. On a purely physical level, you ought to be bigger than me and I'm a sucker for dark hair and eyes and nice hands.

[uplifters]

Wow. You've thought about this.

Must be great that it isn't that hard to be bigger than you. :-)

[ravenscars]

I have a lot of time to think.

Oh, low. Low.

[uplifters]

How is that low! Isn't it better to have a bigger pool of prospective physical partners? [ Not that Clark Kent, virgin of over three decades, would really know.

But akso, he really was just giving John shit for being short. ]

Gosh.