Oleg took the slap and the kiss with a withdrawn stoicism. He would not argue with her, although he did not agree. That kiss was something so long sought after, so long desired . . . and getting it under these circumstances felt more than a little bit wrong. It felt undeserved.<br/><br/>He nodded when she told him she still wanted to know. He looked down at the sheets, not sure where to begin. Though he had thought about telling her many times, it was under more ideal circumstances. "I am not a meteor infected." Oleg said first, wanting that point clear. "I was born the way I am. Everything I can do, and will yet be able to do, is because of what I am." He looked down at his right hand and arm, turning it over and looking at how the artificial light played off of his skin, seeing the muscles work beneath his skin. "I may look like a human being, but I am not one. I come from another world, one that was destroyed by catastrophe. The same catastrophe that destroyed my homeworld knocked the craft carrying me off course, and sent it here. That world was called Krypton, and I am Kryptonian. The meteor rocks are fragments my world. While exposure transforms humans, giving them powers . . . it will kill me."<br/><br/>He lowered his hands, and looked into Chloe's eyes. He was still morose. As he locked eyes with her he inched up off the ground, defying gravity with a casual ease. He hovered a few inches off the ground for a few seconds, and then lowered himself down. "I thought about telling you many times. I tried . . . but . . . I feared for my life if what I was became known to the world."