Logan smirked. "Sad it can't be you?" Most people probably thought he was a homophobe, the ultimate manly-man who couldn't even joke about something like that. He'd never swung that way but he wasn't above some ribald teasing. Tony just had that effect on him.
He took his second shot, then another drag on the cigar. Rosa was eyeing them and just brought the entire bottle over. Logan poured them both another round. "Matty's got a big brass pair and she ain't afraid to use 'em, even on me. They can rule the world, I just wanna curl up and sleep for a while. Maybe if women run the place all this war and killing shit'll stop."