Faith raised an eyebrow and smirked, downing her drink neatly.
"Oh, I'd love one sugar," she put on an exaggerated purr and had to bite back a laugh at the infuriated look from the letch.
"Tell anyone I said this and I'll kill you, but I kinda like the animal type guy," she flashed Logan a grin before taking another drag on her cigarette, leaving the pack on the bar in case he wanted one. "I tend to actually get lucky with those more often, they don't usually prefer blonde and perky types." She wrinkled her nose slightly. "I mean, I got turned down by Lindsey McDonald the other day, which kinda proves my point."
She shrugged, resigned to the idea of never understanding men.