"Hrm," Logan voiced, disgruntled. He gave her a lackluster glare, but the corners of his lips were tugging upwards. It was hard to be upset with a beautiful woman like Joëlle hanging all over him like this. It was clear that, regardless of how Logan himself felt about the costume, she liked it. A lot. So what if he was feeling a little smug. He was certainly entitled to, with this stunning girl at his side. His voice was gritty and darkly amused when he spoke next.
"I don't, but I sure like what it does to you, darlin'." He finally grinned, nostrils flaring as he teased her. She liked it all right. He could smell it, and it made the hairs all over his body prickle and react. Dammit, he thought. Logan figured he was going to have to hang his shield in front of him if they kept all this innuendo up. It didn't help that he was pretty much eye level with Joëlle's chest with her on those crazy high heels. He didn't know how women even stood in those, let alone walk in them. They certainly looked pretty with them, though, the forced position of the foot accentuating all the curves of the leg. They were killer on Joëlle's long gams.
"I ain't promisin' not to carry you off before the night is over, but I wouldn't cheat ya out of the party. You worked too hard on it," he went on, once more glancing over at the food on display.