She leaned forward enough to set the plate on the table, wiping her fingers off on a napkin before leaning back against him. There was that solid warmth, the heavy thumping of his heartbeat, and this... peace. She wouldn't try explaining it to anyone else because they'd just look at her like she was insane, but Clark had this aura of peacefulness around him. Or maybe it was just something she felt when she was lying against him. But it made her feel safe. And like life might slow down enough for her to notice things. "It's a good voice. All deep and warm. Matches its owner."