Logan looks Remy in the eye, liquid brown meeting red-on-black. Those scary, sexy eyes...almost as much of a turn-on as his voice.
"Poker's the only time I'm ever gonna lie to you, Rems. Believe me..."
He lets a small smile slip free as he feels Remy work on him. Tension slides out of him under his friend's ministrations like water off the back of the proverbial duck.
He visibly perks up at the Cajun's promise...just when he thought his jeans couldn't get any tighter without ripping clean off...