Though his eyes narrowed, Zechariah merely buffed his nails on his collar and settled his still-clean golf club on his shoulder.

He had not done that since his college days. Well. Since earlier than his college days had technically ended.

Zechariah merely arched his brows at the insinuation, letting his gaze pointedly wander toward the estate they were both upon.

The judgment from the nose up continued, and Zechariah eyed Darius from head to toe with a poignant pause before finally retorting.

"Thank you."

Then, pivoting his golf club to rest idly on the ground, he ran his tongue behind his teeth as he contemplated where, oh where to strike his first putt.

"And what brings you to different company today?"