"I dunno," Logan began, frustrated. He moved from where he was leaning and turned to face her, then. His hand reached down idly and began fiddling with a trinket that had been on her desk. He took it in hand and looked back into her eyes. "Probably." Or something. But Beast definitely smelled like humans. He gave a heavy sigh and his eyes shifted from Jean's down to her exposed collarbones. Wolverine lowered his gaze, following his hand's motion as it returned the knick-knack back to its resting place. "I'm surprised he hasn't told you, Jeannie," the other feral mutant had never hid his own fondness for the redhead. Logan smirked a bit before adding, "It'd be hard not to." He suspected Jean had had a long life of people telling her their secrets and confessing things to her. Her eyes had that 'I'll never tell' quality that made you want to open up to the Phoenix. Or, at least, it made Logan want to open up to the Phoenix. Jesus, her hair was striking against the dullness of the office walls. She was striking. His smirk faded a bit and another sigh escaped, this time through his nose. "I just know I don't like it."