Logan had lived months not knowing how to control when his claws came racing out. It had taken years to gain the mastery he had over them now, but he knew there was a time that a light trace like that would have been all that was needed to trigger an explosion of bone and flesh. There was no such danger now, but she had tickled an animalistic desire to release the beast inside. The neck was perhaps the better choice. He felt the tingling sensation that came with this strange pragmatic tenderness.

"Next time I have a passcode, I'll request some nice beach mission." He grinned wryly and knelt to the work. They did not keep with them bedrolls, but there was a tarp wide enough to give them somewhere to lie down that was dry. Each of them had a second pair of clothing that could be rolled up for pillows. A second blanket was there for cold nights, but it was too humid to have much need of it in this cave. So Logan folded that in two so that it provided a second layer of cushion on one side of the tarp. When he was done, he turned his head round and up to look at her. "That's you, teacup. This as posh as it gets in these parts."