Joƫlle had always been taller than Logan, but before now the height difference wasn't all that noticeable. The top of his head hit in the middle of her forehead, but now with her four inch heels the top of his head came right up to her chin. She didn't honestly care about the height difference before or even after she put the heels on, she was tall enough that she couldn't be all that picky about the height of the men she dated. She liked Logan, even if some people stared at her and asked if she had received a blow to the head at any point, and he seemed to like her so the differences between them didn't matter. In fact, their differences only seemed to make them more interesting to each other.
She grinned and returned his kiss with a kiss to his cheek, "I hope you're talking about the food, otherwise I am not going to save you from embarrassing yourself. After all this," she motioned to the food, "I'm too tired to fight you off if you get a little too frisky." that was one of the things that surprised her about Logan. At he at forty, his age only something she had learned not that long ago, had far more energy and stamina than she did. He told her it was only his healing ability, but she had noticed how he would puff out his chest and smirk when she mentioned it. She knew one of the reasons men dated younger women was because they made them feel younger, no one had ever mentioned that he would make her feel older. His healing powers be damned, she swore she was going to wear him out one day.
She clicked her tongue then muttered something in French before speaking in English again, "That doesn't mean I'm going to let you pick me up, throw me over your shoulder and carry me off. It's too early." she worked the arm that carried the shield around her waist and kissed his cheek before whispering into his ear, "You really do look great though, you can't tell me you don't like it."