"Love?" Vanisher quipped up. His survival instinct was clearly overridden by the smart ass gene, because he seemed utterly incapable of keeping his mouth shut. "Oh, I see how it is. You go for little girls, explains a whole lot." He rolled his eyes and crossed his arms, sulking still. The very sight of Logan made his head ache, he wanted to at least pay it back a bit, too bad there was no way it was going to end well for him.