Logan tilted his head, he had an answer for her question. "Funny, I was gonna say the way you look right now's probably illegal." Logan looked at her long slender leg peeking out, posed so temptingly on that couch. His brow cocked slightly, a sensual look of his own. That look had brought many a women to their knees.
There were thoughts going through his mind that made the Wolverine howl in his mind. Something about what he wouldn't mind being pinned to his chest. Those were dangerous thoughts to be having concerning anyone right now. There was a fine line between lust and rage for him.
Time for the truth. "Because I'm fucked up, I'm not good for anyone. I'm poison to whatever I touch, bringing nothing but that pain you felt from my blood. I hurt the ones I care about the most."
He wished Creed was here to force this point across, he knew. Mainly because he was the one that hurt the ones Logan loved.