Logan only grunted at Victor's insult; his nostrils were too busy being molested by the enticing aromas of Remy's cooking.
At the larger feral's enthusiasm about the Acadian's food, Logan managed a small smile. "One o'tha pros of bein' one of tha good guys... Gambit's cookin'..."
Of course, Logan could scarcely believe Creed... any Creed... could ever be part of the good guys.
He knew that even killers deserved a second chance... but unrepentant killers of innocents... murderers... they're a different story.
And Logan could never believe Vic would repent.
Yet he didn't smell deception.
Thankfully, Remy was the only person that hated Victor as much as he did. His eyes met the burning embers of the Acadian; he could tell Remy had the same idea. Keep him under watch.
Logan dug into his own meal; the slices of baguette yielded beneath his teeth and the mixture of egg yolk and hollondaise began to trickle down his throat. The meaty spice of the pork sausage underscored the rich, creamy sharpness of the sauce above. And yet Victor's presence was a discordant note lurking in the background...
"Yer not a prisoner," Logan said after Victor asked to be let out. "Just on probation. Don't take it personally." His tone was blunt.