"Y'can count on it," Logan said gruffly, in a raspier voice than he intended as very blue eyes held Tessa's gaze. This place with all the fake plants and artificial lighting, all these people with their artificial smiles and fashions and even body parts in some cases, they took a toll on Logan's control. The feral side of him got really worked up and hot under the collar, and not in a good way.
Very soon, he'd have to peel out of here on his bike and take to open roads or he would seriously injure someone. It was his eternal struggle, was he man or beast? He had a long ways to go before he could make his peace with the fact that he was both, but then so were most people, feral or not. It was just that in his case, those instincts were very much itching to come to the fore.
"Soon," he managed, ears twitching slightly. It wasn't something most people would notice, since it wasn't a common human reaction. He forced himself to smile at the pretty lady, and his nostrils flared for a moment. Her scent was welcoming, calm. There was no fear nor obvious subterfuge to it. She didn't smell like lies, like so many others around them. With his feral side beginning to go haywire, his other baser instincts also crept up on him. But he could be a gentleman, dammit. He stood to watch her leave.