You got it all wrong. I ain't saying Chuck's a saint. There are no saints here, Logan thought to himself. He wasn't going to waste any more breath on this guy. So long as he'd been successful in putting the fear of God in him, as it were, his work here was done.
"Hm," was his only, noncommittal response. After a beat, he retracted his claws slowly, glaring firmly at Telford. "So long as we got an understanding, you and I. I'm sure Chuck will be by to see you. Don't go anywhere," he deadpanned humorlessly, straightening up and away from Ford. He had already informed Charles of what he knew while the teleporter was unconscious.
The more Logan looked at Telford, the more he realized there was something about the man that made him want to bitch slap him just because he was breathing his same air. He walked right out without looking back, heading for the kitchen.