Simon's hands were still in his pockets. He gave Elijah a scornful look. "You're what? Twenty-six? Twenty-seven? From what I heard you never liked a girl. I think there's summ't wrong with ye." It was rude. Cruel even, if he was right. But they were all ultimately alone. If Elijah chose to stick his nose into Simon's business, he shouldn't cry about someone punching it.