He gave the man a genuine smile, deciding not to say anymore on the matter. He was reliable and he could be counted on. He'd always be around for when Fletcher needed him, even if times ever got difficult. He was family, after all.
"Yes, yes, I know. And that is why I put up with such," he said with a bit of amusement. "We can pretend you have, Fletcher."
He then shook his head. "I suppose. Our guest room is being renovated, so you have the choice between the couch and my bed," he stated, as it was true. He didn't want to go trying to clear out the guest room at this hour and it wasn't like he hadn't shared a bed with Fletcher in the past. He saw no harm in it. "Though I insist that you keep your socks on. I have a very vivid memory of you having toes of ice," he said, teasing the man.
"The Tiger will not mind this of course, right?" He asked, for it was the first time he could remember feeling as if he needed to check on the feelings of another. The Tiger might take it as something more then it was and he didn't want the man to think that.