"Now you's just talkin' in circles trynna make my head hurt," Logan teased. He always loved to play dumb, far dumber than he really was. In fact, he had cultivated his careless, blue-collar speech to perfection over the years. He was of the opinion that it naturally weeded out all the pompous, superficial people that he had no interest in dealing with in the first place. Surely it hadn't been too hard, being from a hardup logger town in the Canadian Northern Territories, but he'd had an education, and the armed forces had slapped the sawdust and road dirt mostly off of him. Had he chosen to, he could have left behind the boy he had been and become a different man, but he didn't. He had learned the rudiments of Japanese from his master as a young man, but he pretended not to be able to follow a simple political discussion in his own language, just to see people show their true colors in the face of his presumed ignorance. It worked for him.
"Well, let's get to eating and drinkin' then, woman, before I take you up on that offer. Ya wicked tease," he grumbled fondly, slapping Joƫlle's ass with playful possessiveness as he led the way to the tables. As soon as he was able, he was going to set down that stupid shield, and likely take off the helmet. He could swear the damn thing was beginning to stink, but it was more likely that he just hated the plastic and resin smell of it.