The nuzzle against his hand had come as a pleasant surprise to Logan, and then the purr had seemingly confirmed this woman's relationship to cats. The dark mage's small exclamation of happiness was barely noticeable as a rushed whisper of [b]"Kitty!"[/b]. He continued until she pushed her head into his palm, registering that she was going to answer his previous inquiry about the drink. He nodded and gestured to the innkeeper for more(Logan received a dirty look and a nod for his troubles), and turned back to Lumara in time to see her put her hand to her mouth, and voice her comments on dark mages. Logan's comment back was simply. [b]"I've been told a lot of things about that too. I wonder why?"[/b]

The dark-haired man seriously considered her next question, thinking back to long before he was free, where he first learned the arts of elder magic. Pleasure wasn't supposed to be the goal, but he'd found that many of the Grimleal had found comfort in the flesh of others in the dark halls of the decaying temple. Glassy-eyed, he listened to the Wyvern Lord's next few comments, before snapping back to reality as she leaned in close to his ear. He paused, absorbing the information in silence for a time, before lifting the woman carefully of his shoulders and staring directly into the green eyes with his own unblinking dark ones. [b]"...My name is Logan, of Plegia. To your second inquiry, I don't believe I've 'had a woman', as you say, but I have more than some knowledge of the subject."[/b] The nearly black eyes narrowed as it was Logan's tun to lean in close, and whisper what seemed to be a challenge in the woman's ear. [b]"I'm fairly certain you don't want the sort of excitement I'll bring."[/b] He pulled back in time to grab the tankards that the innkeeper brought over, smiling at the man as he placed the two drinks down on the table next to him.