Clark can't help the little grin at the idea of kissing Bruce under some mistletoe. The best he can do is press his lips together again but the curl is still at the corners of his mouth and the softness is in his eyes. After a moment, though, he gets the question.

"I can make some coffee. I bought some the other day. Needed it for the steak."

Which had been one of the tupperware meals. Clark wasn't hiding the fact that he was putting them there. He just hadn't signed the notes. It wasn't necessary.