"Take the luck for what it is, Jo. Ain't every day you get a break," Logan grunted softly, claws sliding back into his forearms. He looked over at her and nodded, "Ain't nothing like that smell. I would know it if it came back, and I'll let ya know first if it does. And we can come back an finish 'em off." He hoped it wouldn't come to that but bad guys always seemed to have a way of springing back up.
He followed Jo down the stairs and thought for a moment, "I gotta good place," Logan replied and then smirked at the name she had given, "Fangtasia? Sounds festive for a vamp bar." Logan didn't worry about vampires, he couldn't be turned. Someone had tried already a very long time ago and his cells rejected the disease instantly. But Jo probably was susceptible to their bite.
"You drive here? My cabin ain't far, I can take ya there and then we can go on my bike if ya want."