A twitch of Logan's eyebrows is the only thing that betrays his interest in that small piece of intelligence. He glances down at his own hands and thumbs a droplet of blood off his knuckles, sticking it in his mouth as he considers the younger man.

Having tested their respective blades against each other, the matter seems to be settled, though he can't deny a low tug of interest in the kind of guy who goes around with that sort of weapon. Nothing wrong, in his experience, with using an opportunity to find out a little more about this cage he's found himself in.

"I'm lookin' for somewhere to get a decent drink," he offers after a moment, tilting his head a little as he studies the other guy. "Got anywhere you can point me at?"