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Two days later while you were busy taking out the trash you finally got your answer.

"I guess you aren't totally worthless like all the others that applied," this voice came from your immediate behind, yet when you turned to look there was nothing there.

"Ms. Zod I presume?" You speak to the empty air. Less than a second after the words are out of your mouth there she is in front of you, shapely as ever with an air of practiced nonchalance just floating there. She nods as you smile at her a slight blush creeping on her face, a blush that darkens noticeably when you take her hand and kiss it as you introduce yourself. "I am Nathan Smith, it is very nice to meet you. I have a room prepared for you as well as clothing should you need it. I didn't know what kind of style you liked so I made an outfit or two in any style I could think of."

"You design clothes?" She asked, appraising me apparently as she floated behind me during our walk to the house. The loft was a live-work space, open but with an attached workshop but separate living quarters. Slightly muted reds decorated the walls complimented by the natural wood workings of the banisters and floorings. As Zod took it all in even she couldn't hold back a whistle of wonder.

"This place is rather impressive." she remarked

"Thank you, I designed it myself, that's why I'm fairly sure you will like your room. Just wondering is that armor all that comfortable?" you ask, just a cursory glance said that it wasn't and that there were a few areas where it may stand to be improved itself.

Zod merely shrugged as we headed upstairs " You must think quite highly of your skills if y ou think that a simple human can improve on thousands of years of Kryptonian engineering." Her voice is filled with condescension and the look on her face might as well have 'Superior' stamped across it in neon lights

Opening up the door a smile graces your lips just as the haughty smirk drops off of hers. Whatever she thought about your design skills may be one thing but this room is another. To call it a room is rather uncharitable as it is a hall if described in sheer size, and a wing, if you wanted to technically describe it. It's huge, stupid huge, and has many rooms and closed off areas of its own yet from the outside it looks as big as a normal room. If she needed proof this room would serve to say to anyone thinking themselves your better that they shouldn't underestimate you.

You: "I do all right most days" *shrugging* "but you're right... there is no way that someone like myself could improve on Kryptonian tech, I just don't have the mind for it. Did your planet's scientists figure out how to bend space onto itself? I forget, you know because they couldn't save their planet from destruction."

Okay, that got her attention and from the look that came over her face it wasn't the way to address her or the destruction of her planet. Touchy subject apparently and that caused her to grab you by the collar as well as lift you into the air.

"You can blame me for whatever I said all you want, but tell me that anything I've said isn't the truth? Your people for whatever reason didn't bother to save themselves or just couldn't. That's not on you but to assume that you automatically know better than everyone just because you're a bit ahead of the curve is hubris and if you've found me acceptable just know that every time you're wrong I'm going to cut that ego to ribbons."

Dunno where you found the backbone to say this but before you could stop yourself you started laying down the law and funnily enough you weren't done just yet.

"Now put me down!" you command, your voice full of base and power "I am not some coward who will be bullied into submission." Your eyes lock as you speak to her, at this moment you expect her to be mad but for whatever reason that isn't the case. She may be floating in the air, but her thighs are rubbing against themselves and her sizeable chest is heaving. After clearing your throat, she does put you down but then her arousal begins broadcasting itself all over her face.