[ It's a question that makes sense, as hard as it is to acknowledge that. Logan thinks about it, lifting a hand to scratch at the stubble on his cheek. ]

Only as much as they always are. [ His mouth twists in a brief, wry smile. ] Except maybe Creed. He's got a woodshop up top, livin' quiet as a mouse. Someone domesticated him I guess. Saves me the trouble of havin' to keep his balls in a vice.

[ He drains off the last of his beer and sets the empty glass down, eyeing Kurt thoughtfully. ]

It ain't bad as it looks, Elf. You get used to it.