Naja wasn't exactly giving Ivan a choice regarding whether or not he wanted to play. She needed a caddie, and she was damn well getting one - and hey, anyone would do. The kid over there? Sure, why not!

She drives her cart over the the table, right besides the pair, and reaches out to pluck up Ivan by the back. "I have a perrrfect solution to this, Genie. Kid can play with me! 'course he's gotta do the drivin' and carry the clubs... but you're fine with that, rright?" She grins wickedly at Ivan, not about to give him much of a choice in the matter.