Logan had to grin at her antics before he shook his head slightly. "Sure, kid," he agreed. "I don't have any plans to try to kill you," he promised. He didn't, either. He'd killed in the past, he was sure of it, but he didn't have a taste for it. Not beyond self-defense, and even then he'd rather incapacitate than kill.
He shook his head to the offer, though his brows lifted slightly. "Professor?" He prompted. He guessed that made sense, though he was now envisioning a sixty-something year old bald guy who'd had a lifetime to save up for a place like this. He wondered if that was her dad, a professor, and he figured it wasn't any of his business either way. He was just here to paint.