Suspicion confirmed (as if his nose ever needed any confirmation), Logan eyed Jamie carefully, hearing the nearly possessive tone with which he defended the Brit's honor, or what have you. He scarcely had to smell the jealousy either, since Jamie's body language and hesitation told him all he needed to know. He also knew who the kid was talking about. Storm. He'd smelled the Brit on her too a couple of times in the past. Curiouser and curiouser. He very calmly sat back and narrowed his eyes at Jamie.
"Well, if it ain't his fault, bub, it most certainly ain't yers. Unless," he pressed on, not above teasing the younger man. "Yer his spokesman or something now?" He finished the thought with a little lopsided grin. "Interesting," he added finally, nodding. He pointed to the extra plate of food. His was dwindling fast. "Ya gonna eat that, bub?"