Logan just stared at Jamie for a beat, then narrowed his eyes as a smirk tugged at his lips. He resisted the urge to quip that he was pretty sure Wisdom must have taught Jamie a thing or two. Had they been friends, he might have felt obligated to tease him further, but they weren't, and he didn't want to needlessly antagonize a fellow Haven resident from whom he'd just been asking forgiveness. He figured killing him a few times was about all the weirdness their current relationship could stand. If that.
"Thanks," he grunted, grabbing the plate. He tossed another sausage link into his mouth and started speaking as he chewed. He did mention being raised by wolves would have been an improvement on his upbringing. "I'm sure he did, buddy, and I know fer a fact he takes his job seriously. Else his head wouldn't still be attached to his body, if y'catch my drift." His words were more or less intelligible through a mouthful of sausage and a forkful of eggs. His tone was downright conciliatory, for Logan, meaning it was less growly than usual. He hoped Jamie wouldn't get all worked up about it, or else he would tease him mercilessly about the fact that he felt obliged to defend his boyfriend.