It's been a while since Logan has had to pay attention to the psychic walls that run through his mind courtesy, in part, of the woman standing before him, but right now he makes a point of double checking them so she doesn't pick up on the way he can smell that hint of desire on the air. As much as he's tempted to indulge himself, he doesn't want to make things more confusing than they already are.

His faint grin reappears at her comment, though. He glances over at Scott.

"Hope that hangover of yours is feelin' better, Scotty. I feel like this is gonna need a drink or two. For me, anyway. I know a place we can go, if --" His gaze ticks between the two of them, " -- you ain't thinkin' of buyin' up the honeymoon suite anywhere."