"A likely story," Logan growled. "Y'think I'm in the mood for games here, bub?" He braced himself and got to his knees, pulling Telford with him and doing unkind things to the man's back in the process. He hoped for his sake he was bendy. Or not. Didn't much matter to Logan either way.
"You got that stink about you, boy," he spat. "You smell like traitor, and I dun' much like traitors. So how's about you tell me who you're working for before this gets ugly?" As he listened, Logan used the opportunity to take a very unwanted deep whiff of any and all scents clinging to Porter.
He was going to find out, one way or another. Hopefully the kid would spill before Xavier showed up with his pansy peaceful resolution crap. Some things needed to be dealt with differently, as far as Logan was concerned.