Bruce kept holding Clark's hand and accepted the nuzzling and kissing at his throat, head tilted slightly and all but he was clearly distracted. What he was distracted by, in the moment, were the wheels turning in his own head.

He was silent for a bit. Possibly for a long enough bit to be worrying, possibly not. He wanted this, obviously. Hell, in some ways he needed it. It would get the middle... woman out from between them, but he could not shake the feeling that this was just pure... selfishness on his end.

"Do you want to do this because you think it will be good for us, or because you want to do it?"