Fletcher found himself rather amused by the situation. Was it necessarily surprising that someone so new to their ranks wasn't aware of who he was? Not really, no. He hadn't taken very long to learn names and faces, but that was because he needed to know his competition. Not that he would treat them that way, but one needed to know who one was up against, just in case they turned on you...for some reason.
"Ah. How rather unfortunate. If they could sting, I would have sent them after a few people. But, alas, it cannot be!" He faked a very distraught look before laughing to himself. Alright, he wasn't all that bothered by it. "How are those bows coming along, by the way? I hope I have not slaved so very hard over my arrows and killed innocent little birds for the use of their feathers for nothing."
Alright, so he couldn't say that he had been slaving over them. It had actually been rather interesting to read up on them and try to follow the suggestions on how to make arrows that were of good caliber. He was slowly, after years of delighting over psychological efforts, beginning to realize the benefits of physical distractions...other than sex.
And...alright, he hadn't actually killed the birds. He'd gotten feathers elsewhere...from other people who had killed innocent birds. He preferred not to deal with dead, bloody things if he didn't have to.