Logan raised a brow at her and growled softly. "I'm sure some of the time I am exhausting you." His brows wiggled. Ever since he found out he hadn't been able to keep his hands off of her when he wasn't busy working in the basement.
Then he chuckled. "Hey, she's protective over her mama. She's just doing her job." What he told her to do. "But, I'll work on her. You need your private time."
His brow raised. "Our child will be perfect. Ten toes, ten fingers, two eyes. There will be no horns." Logan tilted his head. "But then again, one of the mutants I know, he's completely blue. So is another one." That was not something he wanted to think about. Having a kid that looked like Mystique. "It's not just your virus we have to worry about. The mutant gene is carried through the males. Maybe the two will X each other out and we'll have a human."
Shaking his head he leaned his head back and laughed. "And just what is my usual fare darlin'?" His brow raised.