Fuck. Scott felt his ass twitch, both literally and figuratively at Logan and Jean's exchange. It might've seemed harmless to any other onlooker, but Scott knew both of them better. He wanted to sling Emma through a window for causing the entire ordeal. His eyes shifted to Jean once Logan had gone and he no longer felt the need to offer her any excuse for his behavior in the presence of Emma - before or after Jean's arrival.
"I can handle things." He told the Phoenix. He could handle Emma all by himself. He didn't need Jean and Wolverine coming to his rescue. Or better yet, Logan coming to Jean's rescue. That chapped his ass. "If you don't want me to talk to Emma, that's fine. But I can handle things." Reiterating with a telepath, always useful...