Phobos can insult and ignore Clark all he likes. Clark's only concern right now is the fact that Eirene is all but shaking in fear, and he slides a steadying arm around her waist, holding her close to his chest.

Phobos is still getting glared at, of course. "She's not yours to order around. She's her own person and she's already given you an answer, so take it and leave." Pause. "Before I find out if I can make you."