Fletcher glanced over at him, quietly feeling the jibe even if it was joking. Despite his generally boyish charm and excitement, he still was a little concerned about how he was perceived. It was the stupid niggling voice in the back of his head that he'd tried over and over to suffocate with a pillow. It refused to shut up, though. He refused to show it, however, leaving an easy smile on his face. "Hmmm," he looked thoughtful for a moment. "I don't figure it's the case. I'm bundles of fun."
His smile widened a little, however. "Well, if I prove myself as a person who is fun to hunt with, then perhaps I'll be allowed to see what it's like to be with people who aren't morons, then." He tapped a finger against his lips. "Do you want to find people together or just bring our targets with us?"