"You can teach 'em how to sting, if you like," Terrence offered easily, laughing. The distraught look amused him, as did the way the man talked. When was the last time he'd actually heard anyone say 'alas'?
And then, as he went on, Terrence realized exactly who he was speaking to. Fletcher, the man he'd met via the journals, though who apparently already knew his face. That was vaguely disconcerting, but he mentally shrugged it off. This was also the man Ella had used for information regarding Weasley, so it wasn't as though all the tricks were on Fletcher's side of the table. So to speak.
He decided in a split second not to acknowledge that he'd been taken by surprise, though he wouldn't put it past Fletcher to have guessed as much already. He was the one who thrived on watching people's emotions, after all. Terrence was good at controlling his own body language and expression, though he hadn't made a particular effort this time.
"They're done," he said with a grin. "I might have gotten the easy end of the deal, considering we only need a couple of bows, and quite a few arrows. Did take me a few tries to get 'em right, though."