Rafe looked surprised. He was too smug to be kidding her. He didn't look that much older than her but there were sometimes prodigies or people who got a head start.
Or maybe he was just arrogant enough to claim that about himself. That seemed more likely.
It didn't take long for Rafe to recover. Arms akimbo, she said, "Uh huuh, so what? Your manners still belong in the gutter, Mr. Fancy Pants-" she knew his name but he hadn't dropped the 'Lady Jogger' or squalor line of reasoning, "-jerkish behavior is still jerkish behavior no matter who you are. And I don't live in 'squalor'- and who speaks like that anyway? - and my name's not 'Lady Jogger' it's Rafe. Just Rafe."