Lex was good at misdirection, and certainly had more than his fair share of secrets, but he generally wasn't an outright liar. And he was, offering them food, drink, rest, and a way to get off this ship... and they were plotting against him.
His eyes briefly settled on Conner. Apparently being a lying bastard wasn't something Clark learned from the Kents; it ran in the blood.
Typical. There was something deeper to that thought than just mere annoyance, though. Had they offended him?
"Try to be nice to some people, you know?" He handed Slobo another glass. "But if your little psychic is done violating my mind, she should know that everything I've told you is the truth.
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Lex was good at misdirection, and certainly had more than his fair share of secrets, but he generally wasn't an outright liar. And he was, offering them food, drink, rest, and a way to get off this ship... and they were plotting against him.
His eyes briefly settled on Conner. Apparently being a lying bastard wasn't something Clark learned from the Kents; it ran in the blood.
Typical. There was something deeper to that thought than just mere annoyance, though. Had they offended him?
"Try to be nice to some people, you know?" He handed Slobo another glass. "But if your little psychic is done violating my mind, she should know that everything I've told you is the truth.
"You're the only ones who have lied so far."