"Not a clue," Logan admitted, grabbing his own coat on the way out.

His flat wasn't far, and the place was small and half empty. It was a far cry from the penthouses and mansions he'd once called home. Logan had adapted to modest living a long time ago though, way before the money had dried up. All of the furniture here had clearly come with the place, bar a few weights in the corner and a pull-up bar fixed to one of the door frames.

"You want a beer?" he offered, pulling out his phone and already using an app to order a few pies.