Logan blinked patiently in response to James' quirked eyebrow, but it wasn't directed at the big guy, but at his hotheaded boy. He breathed deeply a couple of times, reminding himself that Karr came from a history of violence and maybe would not benefit from Logan trying to beat some sense into him right now. Maybe. Probably. Most likely.
His palms were itching to smack him all the same.
In the end, he simply crossed his arms over his chest and glared at Karr on principle while James lay down the law for him. "Dun' look at me," he grumbled at the younger feral. "It's his team, bub. Y'ain't getting in fer being my blood. Ya gotta earn it."