Jean was so goddamn adorable. Logan wasn't sure what to do about it, how to handle it; he knew Jean was off-limits right now and that was fine, because what would Logan do with her anyway? He was rough, his hands were rough, the thing he had done were inexplicable. He sighed, a small, resigned sigh, but thought in her direction some kind of smile. "Do you have time for poetry in that busy brain of yours?"