Somewhat surprised when the girl dropped her golf club, bending to pick it up and hand it back to her. For some reason she took quite awhile to take it from his outstretched hand, and when she blinked, he blinked somewhat owlishly back at her.
Entirely missing the flirtation in her grin, he was extremely oblivious to most things after all, he set his own ball down on the little notch in the ground. "Ah, probably not." He really was not good at this after all, not that he was sure most people were anyway. If he had thought about it, which he really had...ooh bird. It took a second before he remembered what they were doing, apparently his IQ was on a temporary siesta.
"Oh right," his in need of a haircut hair fell in his face as he lined up his shot. When he swung, the ball rolled right past the hole in the ground. "Yeah," Slav laughed. "Guess not."