Logan had been very much reminded of why he'd let Joëlle talk him into wearing this ridiculous getup. He had rarely wanted to leave her side ever since their first date. Her presence pacified him. But that didn't mean he wasn't wearing a scowl murderous enough to stop most people from commenting on his movie Spartan outfit as he walked from his room in the newer housing area to the party itself, where he was meeting his new girl.
Joëlle's scent was like a beacon to him. Even with all the other scents around, his feral nose could find her anywhere in the Manor or the surrounding grounds. Logan made a beeline for her in her sexy pirate wench costume. He dug his fangs into his tongue, not hard enough to draw blood, but sufficient to distract. He could ill afford to get too excited to see her. It wasn't like his damn leather shorts were hiding much. I'm never gonna live this down. The things I do for a pretty girl.
For all his grumpy mood, his features visibly softened as he got closer to Joëlle. He pretty much avoided everyone's eyes except for hers, more for the sake of keeping the peace than anything else. It wouldn't do to leave a trail of broken noses because people smirked at him, not when Joëlle pretty much made him promise not only to wear the freaking costume, but also that he wouldn't be brawling with anybody who made a stupid comment or looked at him funny. Logan was going to be in his best behavior tonight if it killed him. And, considering Karr was going to be around, it just might. He did take time to observe Joëlle's creations, and was amazed about all the work she had put into this.
He could feel himself walking taller as he approached. He had to snort and smirk at himself, because even so he had to look up at her in her high heels once he was close enough to carry a conversation. "Hey, darlin'. Damn... the things I'd love to do to you right now," he muttered in his gruff voice as he kissed her sweetly on the cheek. The girl was like catnip to the tough mutant. "Yer gonna make me embarrass myself in front of all these impressionable young'uns," he joked. Mostly.
"This all looks and smells delicious. Ya really outdid yerself," he added with a smile that was fond but had an edge of hunger to it. The instinct to let a hum rumble in his chest and pounce was strong. She made him feel more human, and more feral at the same time, interestingly enough.