Logan's blue eyes danced as she spun, watching the motion of her body circle with the movement of the stool...there was something innocent about it. The action itself was one he had partaken in as well, back when the bar was a new experience but that felt like an entire lifetime ago. Which technically it was. But the smile that had graced her lips and the expression on her face was unmatched.
Then he caught her gaze.
Instantly Logan was frozen in time, a picture against a background that didn't really fit him as well as it should. Then those words, the question. Who was he? That was the million dollar question and the one he had never had a good answer to.
Without a word the Wolverine rose and left the stool he had occupied, closing the short distance between them. The stool next to the woman was occupied, but relieving the patron of his seat wasn't a challenge for Logan. All the mutant had to do was growl and show fang and the man was almost running for the door.
"This seat taken?" He managed, a soft growl before sitting without waiting for a reply. To answer her question took courage, but Logan rarely ever felt fear. "I'm Logan. Who're you?"
The roses were beginning to cloud his senses, blind him. They had never been so strong before, but he didn't fight it. He couldn't. It was useless.
"And if you don't mind my sayin' so, you can do better than this..." He managed, motioning to the obviously girly drink she had ordered.