Zechariah laughed - truly, absolutely galled this time.

"Are you deigning lecture me about the fate of errant passions without acknowledging the man who was repeatedly stabbed in public right in the midst of chasing hi-... them?"

His golf caddie hesitantly set up where Zechariah had seen fit to pick an argument this time, skittering out of the way immediately after.

He slammed the golf ball off into the distance, well past the hole ... and yet lingered, of course, to argue more.

"The former," Zechariah said, slapping a hand down on Darius' shoulder with a mean smile. "Definitely the former."

Then, with a push, he was leisurely heading off in the direction that caddie was running.