Fletcher couldn't help but laugh a little louder than was perhaps needed at the question. "Lovely young man that you are, I am more along the belief that work and sex should not be mixed." He was not one to mix it. He understood there were exceptions to the rule. "Not to mention, I am fairly certain there would be a dashing young lady out for my blood if I were to do anything untoward. If I've not been incorrect about my findings, that is."
Truth of the matter is that angry women were relatively terrifying. Which is why he placated his mother more often than not. That and did his best not to piss Pansy off. They weren't likely to kill him, however.
"I cannot say I did much of the physical fighting, no. I've always done better with words. However, if someone punched me, I wasn't going to stand there and try to talk to them. They weren't likely to listen to me at that point..." He shrugged. "But I doubt I'm too brilliant at it all the same."