[ He wants to point out that he hasn't even instigated anything with Sarah since she showed up here. That he's not going to play the doormat for poor, hurt Sarah, and if she keeps on pushing him, this joke of a truce is going to go right out the window much sooner than anticipated.

It's on the tip of his tongue, just about to come out, when he changes tracks at the last second. ]

You know... Right now, it's not in my best interests to kill you or Sarah. But I might make an exception if you keep pushing things. [ He smiles for a moment, perfectly sweet, before he snarls out: ] I'm not Pogue. Or Reid. Or Tyler. I'm not your friend, and I'm not your lackey. And I'm not some backup plan in case Sarah dumps you. [ He leans in to tap on Caleb's temple. ] Let that sink in before you try to lecture me again. You're not going to 'fix' me.