Logan's glassy expression remained intact, it's reasons dual-fold. One, the dark mage got the distinct impression that this was one of those exceptionally annoying constantly-angry-driven types. The second reason was because it was the only expression that Logan could make that seemed remotely like he was not drunk. Cursing his dulled senses(A potentially fatal problem for mages) he staggered in the direction that the man with the naked blade had indicated, making sure to keep a hand on the wall to his right to steady himself. The dark-haired man grimaced as he felt one of the doors in this direction, steeling himself for what lay inside.

Four rooms and half as many sets of exposed genitals later, Logan began to suspect that the black-haired swordsman may have mislead him. The now full haze of drink clouded his head as the thoughts struggled to connect, leaving the now slightly wary mage standing in the empty doorway a room that belonged to two muscular men, both of them crowded in the single bed with just enough room for a person to cram between them. With a frown, he stumbled out and began to retrace his steps from earlier in the morning and heading directly(stumbling only twice) for the room he had vacated in the morning, barely sparing a spiteful glance at the black-haired man playing the dangerous game of intimidation. 

He pulled open the door, noting the big man who stank of blood was also present, and appeared to be after the same thing that Logan was. [b]"Ah. You. If you want him up, there's a simple way to do it."[/b] With a purposeful stride, the dark mage slid over to the bed, knelt down beside it, focused, blinked once, focused again, then reached up and pinched Laius' nostrils closed.