He was still leaning over the guy, kneeling a bit, fist balled up and hovering. The guy shook under him. Logan got Navy off him, by smell, but more latrines and hard labor. Small time guy. When he heard Faye, he grunted, fist balling up a bit more. "Donno..."

His hand seemed flinch up more, the skin under the back of his hand moving. Three claws moved, so very slowly out, like blades sliding slowly down. Light caught on them as they went full extension, the center blade just barely digging into the mans bulbous nose. "...I'm not convinced yet."

And then, if one had good hearing, they could hear it. A soft damp sound. Logan's nose twitched and he snorted a moment later, drawing back some. He moved to stand, looking.... amused and disgusted all at once. The man had a very large wet stain growing at the front of his pants.

"How did you even get invited to a party like this, pipsqueak." He said with a gruff tone, letting his claws disappear back into his hand. He didn't like picking on weak guys and this one was pretty damn weak. Damn, he wasn't even anyone he was looking for.

The guy tried crawling back away from the man, the woman and his puddle, stammering.