[ Right. Whether Logan means that or not, Stiles is clearly pretty pissed with the answer, flicking his tongue against the inside of his lip and sighing, short and fast, like an annoyed shihtzu. He puts his feet up on the edge of his seat, then drops one leg out, hard and fast, heel hitting the floor with a thud. He folds his arms over his stomach and he's generally just... restless. Moody. ]

I've had some pretty amazing babysitters, dude. Tara did so much of my math homework for me in middle school. Way too soon to start sharing a job title with her.

[ You're not my babysitter, in other words. He's not offering Logan the luxury of knowing there are other people in his life looking out for him, but that's just out of spite, if anything. ]