Smiling back at her seemed the natural thing to do. Even as he liked the feel of her soft skin against his. "Welcome."
Since she had been the first to start the game anyway, letting her continue going first seemed like the thing to do. Once she had putted her ball into the hole at the end, Slav set the green sphere in his hand down, and looked at the short course. Not the math whiz that his little brother was, he had still had an innate understanding of physics (despite what his grades in the course might indicate). But, given his distraction, he calculated wrong, and ended up a few inches away.
Good thing he was not into explosives, that would be dangerous with that margin of error.
He visibly perked up at the mention of a 'Vette. There he grinned broadly, "I remember when I went to a drag race where they had a '62 'Vette there. They'd restored it into this big black beast with thick meats for back tires and a dragbar attached to the back. It was gorgeous, classic curves and a growling engine under the hood." Yes, he could talk about cars for days.