"Ya do what you were made ta do. Killin', fightin', or bein' the hero. Don't matter. We were all put here for some reason and obviously ya know what path you're suppos'd ta follow. Which is more 'n most can say for their entire lives," Logan replied with a shrug. He'd seem far worse than her. Phoenix had been far worse than her.
"Don't make it your business, still just between myself and him. Unless he wants ta tell ya cause ya got those strings, but I ain't givin' ya nothin'. An just so we're clear I hate talkin' about it, so bein' pushy is liable ta get ya killed...and I've been workin' around girls older 'n younger 'n you far back as I can remember. It's gonna take more 'n a little poutin'."
He was immune to the quiver of a young woman's lip, considering he had been through it time and time again. If history had taught him something it was that women had a full arsenal of things to use against a man. But Logan wasn't just any man.