He listened to her talk, his eyes closed as his fingers ran up and down her back, drawing idle patterns with his fingertips. Her voice, he loved it, didn't realize it until now how soft and sweet it was, soothing. He doubted there was something about her that he didn't like.
"I'm fluent in a few languages myself. Comes with the territory of military and secret ops though." He spoke lowly, his voice a relaxed purr.
That was interesting. "You're gonna have to show me sometime." Then he got curious. "Just what kind of portrait? I mean are we talkin' like On that damn movie Titanic?" Yes, Logan had been forced to watch that movie. Things like that happened when you lived at a school with a gang of teenage girls that wouldn't leave you alone. He'd also been the victim of manicures and facials as well. Never again though.