"He's being mean because he won't let me paint his claws, you're being mean because A, I now you won't let me paint your nails and B. You rolled your eyes at me!" She gave him her best, lower lip quivering pout.
She was mostly joking around, having fun with them. It was...nice, to have people that she could be herself with. Yes, here was the whole having sex with Logan secret, but Logan wasn't like Damon, and the two could get along reasonably which made her happy...she needed friends that could get on with her husband.
She just hoped Bruce never figured it all out.
"Mmm, I wonder if the waitress will snap if we ask for the rest to be boxed up," she asked, leaning against Logan. It wasn't sexual, just that he was the nearest steady object. The saki was making her drunk and tipsy and for all her remarkable acrobatics...she wasn't very stable drunk. She would have leaned against a tree had there been one near-by.