Eirene is flailing just a little, torn between amusement at Clark's besotted expression, and complete and utter awe at the tiny being inside her who finally decided to make her presence known.

"She's not kicking you," the goddess retorts, but due to the lack of pain in her voice, and the fact she's smiling like an idiot, belies any real sting. "Oh Tartarus, she's going to be fiesty."