"Do you want me to throw up on you?" he asked, voice dripping with sarcasm again. "No, I don't want to fly again. I found what I need in Haven. We can walk there, you can fly back with it, and I'll follow at normal speeds, and on the ground."

It wasn't a huge distance, and he could handle himself that far.

He was also perfectly content to let Clark think he was being a smart ass. Sometimes the best hiding spot for the truth was in open air.