Logan was all gruff and bristles on the outside, but underneath it all he was a romantic. He wanted the quiet life with a wife, white picket fence, and even a dog. He was so tired of fighting and killing, that the dream of happily ever after was just that - a dream. He had plenty of emotions though, and a lot of time they fueled him in his fights.
He didn't think much on the color in her cheeks other than it made her beautiful. He tried not to stare, and when she mentioned the training center he nodded. "We can move all the stuff here over to the firehouse. Won't be a problem." He moved over toward the boxing ring. "This'll come apart easily. After that we can convert this to a safe house. It's easily defensible. Big enough for everyone in town if it ever came to it." The building was sturdy, and wouldn't collapse easily.
Logan grinned broadly when she agreed to dinner, and moved over to where his shirt lay on the ground. "There's a diner down the street. It's decent. Haven't croaked from the food... yet." He chuckled a bit, and moved over toward Evie's pile of gear. He picked it up to hand it to her. He was a brute, but he was a gentleman, too.