"Nothing's interesting," Jamie stated flatly, looking Logan in the eyes with a confidence few would be foolish enough to have with Logan. Defending honor for sure. "He's my boss. My teacher," he said flatly. "He's training me and he's my friend. I'm just telling you, as a friend and a student, that I've seen him kicking himself long and hard." There was a steel edge to his words, but there was a softness in his eyes which begged for Logan to back off. Poor Jamie, so confused and so frustrated with this whole situation. He was trying, flailing more often than not, but trying none the less.
"Please, eat it," Prime said with a wave of the hand. The dupe with the black coffee looked thoughtful about it for a moment, but decided against speaking out against Logan. Really, the guy was scary enough as he was, but when you had watched Logan kill one or three of yourself, you gained an even more healthy respect for the growly feral.