Fletcher gave him a look, that was not really all that powerful. He'd sort of drained himself and he was still drunk enough to not be overly worried about whether he was able to pull off threatening looks at the moment. "I am very hurt...and I can totally be angry about your so called truth. You are a cruel man, Tiberius Abaddon! My toes are rather upset right now. Very upset, even." He wasn't making sense, and that was perfectly alright at the moment. "They are not bloody icicles," he said plaintively. "They are just occasionally bereft of warmth!"
Tiberius received another look for the next statement. "No. You need not worry for his feelings." He was hardly worried for them. Zacharias may be friends with his sister, but she could deal with his emotional problems. He was not going to get involved unless he absolutely had to. "I do not foresee that happening," he said quietly. "So you needn't worry yourself over that idea. Really. However, if you are quite interested in meeting him, I am sure you can. There is the matter of being absolutely sure you are discrete about his person when you meet him. Not that it is an issue for me, more so that Pansy informed me that his father might take the news poorly...and we needn't have another angry father on my case."