Logan had a heightened awareness with his newish state as a vampire. As such, he'd noticed the moment that Dean entered the bar. He wasn't quite sure how he wanted to play this one, though there had been a reason that he'd avoided the hunter since Eric had turned him.
There were just some people that saw things as black and white, good and evil. And Logan didn't trust Dean to see that there could be shades of gray. He liked Dean, and didn't much want things to come to a fight.
He'd finally decided not to just slip out the back. This was where he worked now and eventually Dean would find out one way or another. Might as well be in a place that had anti-violence spells laid on it.
Logan took a swig of Tru Blood and then headed over to the hunter side of things. He heard the muttered curse, but didn't comment on it. Instead, he gave Dean an easy grin.
"Can I get you a shot of tequila to go with that beer?"