"Pretend away, Buttercup." Fletcher felt a sense of relief washing over him. It didn't seem like he was answering anything really important for the rest of the night. He was dreading when the questions would start up again. He would have to come up with proper answers for his questions. Perhaps he could talk to Pansy or T about this. It was fucking bullshit.
"Mmm. Much as I do adore your couch, your bed is far more comfortable." He was, since he was in such an admitting mood tonight, making up somewhat plausible reasons for him not to stay alone for the rest of the night. He affected an insulted look at his mention of ice toes. "I am hurt, Tibby. Honestly hurt that you should say such slanderous things about my dear toes. They have been nothing but nice to you all these years."
The next question made him shake his head. "The Tiger and I do not spend much time outside of the...well, I would say the bedroom but I can't actually claim it stays there. We've spent all of one day in a situation in which we were not having sex. We were with Pansy." He hummed softly. "Buying her a nice Valentine's Day outfit. Well, assisting her in finding one is the more correct version of that."