A perpetual smile was fixed to her face, knowing full well she could control the amount of sweet and spice in her interactions with Logan to bring out what she wanted from him... most of the time. She was eyeing him as he laid back out on the bed.<br/><br/><em>"So, just visitin' little old me?  Or you think yer good enough to join this crew?"</em><br/><br/>Her smile remained unchanged. "I know I'm good enough for this crew," she said, glancing to make sure no passerbys could look in and see what they would be doing on his bed in a short amount of time, at least unless they ducked in. But in that case, Wolverine could smell them coming. "I was good enough to handle you after all, and your regenerating sperm bank after all," she says, glancing at the cookies on the table, then back at him laying on the bed. "But you look tired, maybe those cookies can give us both a bit of spring in our step," she then said, rounding the edge of the bed while shrugging off his... now her... jacket and revealing the white tank she was wearing underneath.<br/><br/>She grabbed the jar of cookies and sat down beside him, taking one out and waving it above his face, before feeding it to him with a smile. "I know you don't Logan," she said, glancing at the bulging tent in his uniforms pants. "But I prefer milk with my cookies. Can you help with that, or would you prefer to take a nap like some old man shorty?" she finally asked teasingly.