he wasn't going to argue with her. She definitely wouldn't be the last woman in his life. Probably the last one to have access to his personal space, but definitely not the final person of the opposite sex. Logan wasn't sure exactly what attracted women to him, and maybe he didn't want to know, but he wouldn't fight about it either. It was best to just let them work themselves out.
"Now why would I want to smell pretty? I'll leave that ta you."
He released her when she moved and stepped back, watching her go and then return moments later with the bouquet of flowers from outside.
"This is the first time I think anyone's made flower soup in my bathtub," Logan said with amusement. He wrapped his arms around her once again as she approached and his lips found hers again.