Logan arched a brow pointedly at Karr, as if to say oh, really? Not desperate? Really? He was mostly teasing. He couldn't help but smell just how randy the fight had made the kid. It was an embarrassing ability to have, but he was mostly used to it by now. If Logan was going to be made uncomfortable every time he could smell someone was horny around him, he might as well move to the tundra and hide in a cave. So, he'd gotten over that little side effect of his mutation fairly soon after the flare. Still, he didn't say anything to that.
He took the slug to the arm in good humor. "Best we leave b'fore someone gets their stupid on and calls the cops," he grumbled, refusing to react immediately to the old man comment. Karr did get another good thwap up the side of the head for his trouble, but not before Logan was sure the whiskey bottle was firmly in his hand and would not be dropped. He took a deep swig of it before grabbing Karr by the scruff of the neck, not gently, and heading towards the door. "Move it, runt." The truth was, Logan was left rather frisky himself after a fight. Unlike Karr, however, he did have someone waiting at home to sate those urges with. Or so he hoped. One never knew with women.