"Workin' all the time," he replied with a laugh. "Would've had to smack the owner around a little if it wasn't, 'cause he sold it to me like it worked all the time."
He smirked at her, turning full on to face her, propping himself up against the bar with his elbow. "Darlin', a vacation's exactly what this is. Ain't got any of the kids here for me to feel even a lick of responsibility for, no giant robots stompin' around making things difficult, no Hellfire Club tryin' to summon the Phoenix God into a friend of mine, and no Blob makin' me want to hurl just by looking at him. Plus the scenery ain't bad." He grinned ever-so-slightly when he said that. "This place gets the okay in my book, demons or no." And the truth was, it really did seem fairly vacationy, at least at the moment. No one expecting him to do anything, no kids to watch out for, nothing. He was expected to do one thing: Kick back, and don't be stupid.
He hoped that list didn't include staying away from women. Logan liked sex and really needed to get some. He may have reached an understanding and grudging respect with Summers, but the man was a giant cockblock.