[ Logan can't help the crooked smile that breaks through at that. ]

Nothin' wrong with that heart of yours.

[ He's run up against the strictures of Kurt's moral code enough times to be able to say it honestly, albeit with a small amount of irony and not a little genuine affection. After a moment, his gaze drops to Kurt's glass. ]

Want another one? Or -- [ He glances pointedly over towards one of the other tables, where the submissive in the group has been caught by her Dominant, who is lovingly stroking her face even as he fondles her tits, twisting one nipple viciously through her shirt until she gasps and whines. ] -- we could go somewhere more private.