"I was 'bout to say I'd hope you'd change into something more sparring-like. Unless y'planned on distracting me to death, and lemme tell ya, that probably wouldn't work as well as you'd like." What? Logan could tease a little too, and he was perfectly good-natured about it. Borderline gentlemanly.
"As much as I'd love to take you up on that offer, I just got here. Chuck wouldn't have asked me to hang out if he didn't smell something could go foul, if you catch my meaning." He downed the remainder of his beer and turned to the bartender. "Shot of whiskey, and another beer, bub. And a refill for the lady."
"Hope I can take a rain check, though," he added, looking interested.