Prologue:

" Whatever you say, Ronnie"

"I thought we decided you weren't going to call me that ever again." Veronica said a little more sharply than intended.

"Why? I can tell it turns you on when I call you Ronnie, Ronnie."

"No, it doesn't," she stated with a little too much confidence.

"Yes. It does. I can see it in your eyes."

"It doesn't. I hate that nickname." Logan looked at Veronica skeptically. "Seriously, you need to stop calling me that."

"Why? Does it make you want to tear all of my clothes off right here in the middle of the champagne brunch with all of the other hotel patrons watching?"

"No, Logan." She stalled. If they really were going to be open and honest, it would have to start somewhere, she realized. "Because…it reminds me of high school. When you were-"

"Oh." He realized. "When I was the obligatory psychotic jackass you loved so much?" His statement was rife with sarcasm, yet she could tell his eyes clouded over with regret, if only for a moment.

"Yeah, maybe." She said quietly.

"Well, then I'm going to have to do a quick test. Just look at me and keep quiet." Logan gently commanded with a new quizzical look upon his face. "Veronica?"

"What?"

"Shhh! I said keep quiet. That means don't speak." Logan smirked as Veronica raised her hands in question. "Shh. Bobcat?" Logan paused. He watched intently as Veronica squirmed and shook her head at his sudden undivided attention.

"Logan, what are you doing?"

Veronica. Shush. Don't speak. I have a scientific experiment going here. Sugarpuss…Tiny Blond One…Sweetums…V…Darling…Mars…'Ronica." Logan got an excited and curious look on his face. "Hmm. Baby? Veronica Mars, I think I just figured out what turns you on!" He said a little more loudly than she appreciated.

"WHAT?!" Veronica whisper-yelled. "Logan! Shut up! People are starting to look at us and listen to you."

"Seriously. I just said all of those names," Logan lowered his voice. "And you got the same exact look every time. I'm going to try once more just to be sure. Snugglebunny?"

"I think the look I was giving you is the one where I think the person talking to me might just be crazy."

"Nope. Well, maybe that was your intention. But, Baby?" He looked her square in the eyes. "Your eyes say differently."

"Really? So what do my eyes say?" Veronica questioned with obvious doubt.

"It doesn't matter what I call you. It's my voice that turns you on." Veronica blushed furiously and Logan grinned uncontrollably.

"No. You're Wrong."

"You're blushing. But, it's only when I use this low soothing voice. If I go to a higher pitched voice or change to a more jarring sound, you don't have the same reaction."

"You're on drugs again, aren't you?"

"Nope. I've just been highly trained to notice nuances in people's faces. That's courtesy of the FBI. And I've been trained in how to ask the right questions. That's courtesy of my Psych. and Soc. Masters Degrees.

"So. You're profiling me right now?"

"No. Just looking for the quickest path back into your pants." They both laughed and she stopped when he started shaking his head. "Man, I could've saved myself so much time if I'd figured that out when I was 17."