"Somewhat. His creator was... well let's say he was not the shining example of a Kryptonian that all little boys and girls should aspire to and leave it at that for the moment." Because the Eradicator and General Zod would require some explaining, and really, he didn't want that to be Steve's introduction to his race. "Basically the Eradicator is focused on any and all bearing Kryptonian genetics he can track down, which excludes other races like humans."

"For some." Clark replied with a faint hint of a crooked grin. And there was no sign of what was allowing him to do this- the belt he was wearing was more decorative than anything, everything he wore was fabric, and aside from the cape was snug enough that there was no hiding any devices that might help. And his boots didn't seem bulky enough to have any propulsion units hidden in the heel. And if Steve did try that, Clark would probably be more amused than anything; it wasn't often someone went poking him like that after all.

"That's right. I'm Kryptonian, from a long way that-a-way," He commented, pointing towards a specific patch of sky even if it was hidden by clouds and the stars weren't visible at this time of day. "Raised on Earth though, which isn't super common on my earth either."