Logan ignores her. "You aren't the first and you won't be the last most likely." he says frigidly. His tone distant. He shakes his head. "To have to tell all your clients shows an indication...you've dealt with the scum of malekind. And as such...judge us all based on the acts of others." he says. Yuna playing with her daddies hair. And giggling as she "braids" two strands of it together.<br/><br/>Logan looks at her and sighs. Yet another woman who compared him to others. Jeez. He knew he wasn't good looking but did she have to throw it out at him like he was only out for the =goods...so to speak. He ignores her question at first. Speaking to his daughter...his sister had married someone in Vietnam during her stay there. Later they had died in a massacuring of the small village they lived in. Yuna had been sent with a nanny to stay with her uncle now father. She had been just an infant. He'd raised her and considered her his daughter not his niece. And as far as the law was concerned...she WAS his daughter.<br/><br/>"You will not be worrying about her safety. I am to worry about that. Your job is to keep me safe. So that I can keep my flower child safe."