Logan snorts. "Don't tell him that. His ego don't need the help." Despite his teasing the way he smiles is peaceful in some way. Maybe proud even. There's always something relieving about hearing good things about Quentin. "Do me a favour the next time you feel like gettin' on his nerves. Tell him I knew he had it in him.

"S'at so?" he extends that same borderline proud smile to his present company. "C'mon then. Lean into the glide. Quit lockin' yer knees," he prods.