"....I’ve had this tendency ever since I was young, when, given a choice, I much preferred reading books on my own or concentrating on listening to music over being with someone else. I could always think of things to do by myself.”
“If that isn’t like a woman,” he sneered.
“And if that isn’t like a man, to refuse to see beyond the nose on his face!”
“Oh, have we reached the insults stage of our quarrel?” he sniped. “I should like to know, not having had this experience before.”
“You began it,” she said dryly. “Now it’s your turn to say, ‘No, you started it.’ That’s how quarrels go, you know. They quickly devolve into meaningless posturing.”
“Listening to you speak one might think you were educated,” Tristan said. “Too bad spelling wasn’t part of your education.”
“Oh, very good,” she said approvingly. “We’re exchanging personal insults. One would think you had done this before.”"