"Fine," Karr gruffed in return, annoyed at how dramatic the elder was being. They were, truly, quite the grumpy pair. He hunkered further in the seat and stewed in the annoyance they were both reeking of.
He did perk up at the possibility of smokes, he quickly popping the box open and settling the cigarette between his lips. He gave a happy little grunt when the lighter was extended to him. He was half way through a delightful inhale when Logan's hand connected with his head. He grunted, spoke hissing from between his lips as he glared at the other, nearly choking on the nicotine cloud.
He wasted no time in reaching across the cab to backhand the other in the chest. "That's fer bein' an ass!" He roared back with a snicker, grinning. That was more like it. Beat up the ones you loved, this was Karr's language.