The other man doesn't have to tell Logan twice when it comes to dealing with time getting messed and mushy; he practically considers himself an expert at this point, though whether or not it's driven him nuts seems to be up for debate. He returns that interested glance with a flat stare from hooded blue eyes, a predator's challenge, like he's fully prepared to keep watching him until the other guy backs down or gets bored.

His eyebrows inch upwards a little, the faintest echo of a smile hitching a place in the corner of his mouth. Kid reminds him of Jean-Paul, in more ways than one, all innuendo and veiled looks.

"First day." He sits himself up straight, wondering at that tinge of heat in the air, like a summer storm approaching. An upwards tip of his chin indicates the glory holes.

"Don't let me stop ya."