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Ingram didn't feel being rude was a flaw - at least not, the way he viewed being a 'Chusi' was a flaw. He bristled somewhat as she called him out on his game: of course he was rude -- she had asked one too many questions and well, he kind of was a pretentious prick.

He watched her with narrowed eyes as she canted her slender head up to the sky as if to ask the clouds why she wanted to know so much. He knew the answer, and could answer for them: 'cause she was annoying. But he didn't say it - not because he didn't want to, but because he knew if he did, he wouldn't have a second comeback when she threw her too-transparent, too-honest retort in his court.

"Okay." He answered as if he was playing along: but he wasn't. "Ingram, why you gotta be-- oh wait. I don't remember..." He looked at her with a head tilted to the side as if struggling to recall: "I don't remember asking you?" Inward goal of being a massive dick: ACHIEVED!