Logan watches as the Cajun stretches himself out gracefully along the towel he's laid out across the roof of the mansion. His blue eyes trail across the smooth, tan flesh before him. He watches as the younger man folds his lightly muscled arms, leaning back on them, a long leg bent up.

It hasn't escaped Logan's attention that Remy's completely naked, laying out where almost anyone could see them.

He pushes the sunglasses down over his nose and looks up to Remy's face - a serious trial considering, "Ye're gonna get us in trouble, kid."

Remy doesn't even turn his head to look at him, simply speaking into the air, "You really need to learn how to relax, cher."

Logan turns away from him again, reaching for one of the beers they'd smuggled onto the roof, "Suit yerself."

He leans back, taking a long drink from his bottle. There's a long moment of silence between them, Remy simply laying there, Logan trying and failing not to watch him.

He rolls his eyes and rests the beer by him before moving his hands to the hem of the jeans he wears.

Remy peers across to watch as the older Canadian strips his own clothes off.

"Why the change o'heart?" He asks.

Logan shrugs and picks his beer up again, "Figure them kids need to see what a real man looks like."