"Nonsense," Logan spoke, "these buffoons don't just hate mutants. They hate anyone who is not like them. The only way to deal with them is to teach them." He walked over to the angry guy that was alone.
"Listen, bub. We weren't bothering you at all. You came over and decided to start something. I reacted like any normal person would. Think how you'd react if someone randomly decided they didn't like your baseball cap? Therefore you have two choices, you can buy a round of drinks for the entire bar as an apology, or you can continue with your own stupidity. Personally I'd prefer option 2. I've needed to get some exercise in." Logan downed what was left of his beer in one shot and slammed the mug down on the table. He turned and faced Kurt, "Apologies my friend, but men who hate for the sake of hating can only be taught differently by force, or intimidation."
Assuming a fighting stance from one of the many martial arts that Logan is a master of, he waved the man forward. "Come on then, what'll it be?"