The kiss of a pretty girl had a slight calming effect on Logan. How do they do that? he asked himself, not for the first time. Thankfully, it was just enough to allow him to clamp down on his mounting hostility and rage. His expression simmered down to something almost pleasant, until he smelled a whiff of pheromones, male, and he looked over his shoulder in time to notice the bartender watching Tessa leave quite intently.
"Whatcha looking at, bub?" he ground out through gritted teeth, and he bared his fangs as metal tore skin and his claws shot out to give the boy behind the counter something else to focus on. Tessa might not be his woman, but she had been talking to him just then. It was bad manners to be staring at her like that, in Logan's book. He grunted and his bared teeth turned into a lopsided, mean smirk. He could smell the moment the bartender peed himself just a little when he saw those long adamantium claws pop out like that.
Logan wasn't above a little mean-spirited fun once in a while. It was definitely more humane than gutting people for sport, like other people he knew.