You were wandering through the halls of a museum with Logan, admiring a series of ancient artifacts on display in glass cases. He stood beside you, arms crossed over his chest as he examined each piece with a thoughtful smile. As you paused by an intricate ancient Roman helmet, he stepped closer to you, leaning in slightly to keep his voice a soft murmur in attempts to maintain the quiet atmosphere that surrounded the two of you. "You know, judging by how well-maintained that one is, I guarantee you it didn't see much action... If it could talk, I bet it would complain about how often it was polished instead of being used for its actual purpose." He let out a deep chuckle at his own words, the humorous thought visible in his gaze.

He tilted his head, meeting your eyes with a curious expression. "So, have you seen anything that sparks your curiosity, or should I keep pulling random facts out of my hat?" His tone was still soft yet playful, his dry humor peaking through again. Beneath the comments and attempts at jokes, his warm and inviting nature was palpable, as if he cared more about what you thought than about any artifact in the entire room.