Nerves? Whose nervous? The goddess staring down at the bed with a currently unreadable expression? There may be a small pause between question and answer, while she tears her eyes away from the piece of furniture to look up at Clark.

Eirene's brain isn't quite processing as fast as she like, so she simply leans forward and presses her lips at the point where Clark's chest meets his stomach.

Then: "Yes." Beat. "Do you?"