"That's terrifying." He glanced over at her, an eyebrow arched. "If it makes you feel better, you have the better personality."
He reached into his shirt pocket and found it empty. The score card must've been left back at one of the first few holes. He didn't care. "Nothing like having the guilt trip laid out on you to get something done," he replied. "Still. They need a new system."
Eliot laughed. "So is Buffy short for something or just as is?" First time in his life he'd ever met a Buffy. The name seemed more fitting to the valley girl version but this one made it work just fine.
"He's my kind of guy." He dropped the ball down onto its spot. The swing sent it flying right up the ramp and through the ship, causing the pirate to lift his arm jerkily and declare, "Avast ye!" Eliot raised a fist in the air and stepped off the green.
"I do. A dysfunctional family of your choosing." He smiled. "It felt good too. Really hurting the people who deserve it, helping those that need it." He shrugged. "I still do what I do best. Sometimes us bad guys make decent good guys."