Ā Ā Ā as if in direct contrast to the reporter's skittishness, Lex Luthor stands tall and poised in spite of his less-than-ideal circumstances. something approximating a smile begins to tug at the corner of his mouth, pleased that he can still elicit such a reaction while imprisoned and wearing a gaudy orange jumpsuit. it quickly disappears, however, when the visitor states his name.
Ā Ā Ā and to think, Lex was going to playfully suggest he's a model.
   it's bad enough that they send a reporter from the very news outlet responsible for publishing the exposé that ruined his reputation, but the one who does all the puff pieces about superman? this was deliberate, an insult to injury. Lex looks at the hand offered to him, but makes no movement to accept it. " are you here on behalf of the daily planet, mr. kent, or the alien? " he asks pointedly, staring at the other man.
Ā Ā Ā instead of the vitriolic hatred that usually accompanies any mention of superman, Lex seems almost reserved by comparison; there's still disdain emanating from those brilliant eyes of his, of course, but it's tempered by curiosity. " did it send you here to gather information and bring it back like..." the fingers of his broken arm twitch.
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