"Tha Vic here already poisoned that well," Logan grumbled after swallowing his mouthful of delicious food, "sure a lawyer would call it sexual harassment." The short Canadian remembered seeing the footage of Creed grinding himself against the Asgardian like an animal in heat.
When the blond turned towards him and talked about how the other him stabbed him almost immediately, Logan had to stifle a growl. No fuckin' surprise. Quite frankly I'd do tha same thing if ya showed even tha slightest sign o'lyin...
Of course Logan could smell it on Victor... and to a lesser extent on Remy. They were both enjoying the flirting. "Stayin' fer tha food" if ya want Gambit fer dessert...
Not that he could blame Victor; he and Remy had been close friends and regular fuckbuds ever since Bella Donna tried to make the Acadian into her husband against the Cajun's will. Tha downside of bein' so fuckin' hot. A protective drive surged within him but he kept it down. Gambit can take care o'himself. He's just as cagey about Vic as me.
"And just ta be safe we're puttin' a tracker on ya after breakfast. We'll take it off if yer story checks out."