For being the naturally aggressive creature that he was, Logan did have a tender side. He often didn't throw it out on display. Instead he contained it and allowed it to show in more intimate settings such as the one he was currently enveloped in. He had been with enough women in his expanse of a lifetime that knowing how to please one came almost as naturally as his healing ability or his claws. That wasn't to say that he was much of a looker, he was shorter than the average male, and stocky. But that obviously didn't key in to what women were attracted to.
He could only chuckle at her, lapping her skin contently. When all of the blood was gone, despite the area still red and irritated, Logan breathed against the skin and pulled back. He was curious to know if Bruce would even notice the punctures. And if so, how he would react to them.
"I ain't gonna make ya do nothin' ya don't wanna do. I can promise ya that much." The words were soft and well placed, still holding her close against him so she could retain some measure of body heat.