"I'd hardly consider you making up a word meaning you're ahead of your race." Again, he smirked. "I'll catch up when you do something truly advanced, though I imagine I'll be waiting quite some time for that." There was a pause. "Child." It was immature to call her names. He didn't care.
He made a face, not sure if he disliked being reminded of his father's sexual exploits more or if it was being called nice that put a sour taste in his mouth. "I wasn't being nice. I was just... stating opinion."