Sophie smiled softly to Quentin, a faint blush still on her cheeks. That was reassuring. She could feel his warmth and his love for her. It was strange. She was very fond of him, but she hadn't really known him long enough to say she loved him, yet. But to feel his love was comforting. Safe.
Then she blinked. Parental standards? She obviously wasn't related to Wolverine, but the girls had more than a passing resemblence to... He could just be referring to the fact that they were living in Ms. Frost's home, and she was acting as their guardian. She started to look into Quentin's brain to see what he meant, then pulled back out. She should talk to Ms. Frost. She wanted to hear it from her.
Logan didn't seem to notice the inner turmoil going on. He nodded at Quentin. "Good," he said. "Doesn't mean I'm gonna go away."