Karr grunted and rolled his eyes, his body language clearly stating "oh hardie harr harr." He sighed and took another hit of whiskey before offering it across to the other feral. "Hey," he grumbled. "I'm horny, not desperate." Karr could be quite choosy when it came to his women. Not always, but usually, and certainly was going to be when daddy was around.
He reached out and lightly slugged the other in the arm, issuing another grunt. "Good times, old man," he taunted. "Old man" had become his name for Logan, it was more comfortable for him than 'dad,' especially given all the bad connotations he had with his own father. The swelling and discoloration on his face was starting to come down, which could give Logan an idea of the speed of his healing factor.