Karr did try to smack back,and rumbled his annoyance low in his chest when his swat was deflected. There was a moment where he clearly thought about swatting again, but wonder of all wonders, it seemed Karr had some kind of common sense and restrained himself. Miracles happened every day. He snorted low at Logan's announcement, a wordless protest that he did not want to be taught, but despite the facade, he took a mental note of the elder's words. He followed Logan easily, while the kid may not heal as fast, he had stamina and energy to spare, and was able to keep up with the elder feral with little more than the occasional huff or grunt.
He did give a small rumble of satisfaction when they came to a bar, settling down to swallow the beer that was given to him. Oh yes, he was pleased. Until Logan's question, of course. He grunted lowly, his eyes narrowing, clearly sensing this as a challenge. "They do shit. Doing shit gets shit done." Solid logic, there. He took another slow drink of his beer before he turned his eyes again to Logan, a challenge in his dark gaze. "You gotta problem with it?"