Roger laughed and shrugged his shoulders as he let go of Melinda for the moment. "Right, well since you're a girl and will outlive me anyway, I don't particularly care," Roger added as he grinned down at her.
"Oh. The pitch." Roger frowned as he thought about the pitch. He was doing well, as well as one could expect, but there was really only so far one could go without trying to bump off one of the regular players. "I have actually, though I suppose things could be better."