"Do you want me to be sorry that my parents are successful, and have money? Should I swear them off, and say no anytime they try to give me something? Because, obviously, that's what you would do, right? It must be, since you're obviously so high and mighty about it." She took a small sip from the wine cooler. It was really sweet, and not really her cup of tea. But it was, she supposed, better than nothing. "I have a car. And when I don't have a car, I like to walk. I'm sorry." She wasn't sarcastic about it, she really wasn't. But it was getting harder and harder to keep her tone even.
"The question was if you were one of those guys who only digs the chase. And you pretty much already answered that."