"You're the one drinking it. It only matters if it tastes right to you," Logan says with a bit of a shrug though the smile is still in place in a quiet kind of way. He's a rough guy after all. Smiles don't come easily to him.

He lifts up his glass to take a sip from it as he smirks softly in amusement at the face she makes when she sips from the glass. It's cute, and he doesn't really think very many things are cute.

Logan stands up, leaning against the bar. This makes them fairly close to eye level if only because he's tall (at least this version of him is, ahem). He lifts up the glass towards hers when she holds it up, and he smirks softly.

"To... finding something not so shitty in the whole kidnapping mess."

And by not-so-shitty, he means pretty fucking nice, but what are words?