Fletcher nodded slightly. "Exciting as that all sounds, I think I'll pass." If he could take anything from that look, it was certainly not to go poking around where you weren't meant to. That was something he could understand. "I suppose I'm so used to it, I haven't been picking up on it so often."
At his speech, Fletcher's eyebrow rose just slightly. "Well, then. I will just have to reconsider my definition of living. All this time...I had thought I had gotten the correct one down." Alright...so he had his moments of pretend dramatics. He couldn't help himself. "I have never really thought about martial arts." He hadn't really thought much about fighting in general, though. His thoughts of late were more like: boys, find Ron Weasley, oh shit! My sister, I found him!, sleep, sex, a ridiculous list of other things that weren't worth mentioning.
"I'll stick with you, I figure. It has the possibility of being more useful." He looked at him for a moment, pondering something quietly. "And perhaps I can help you out with a few...trade secrets if you will. Who's who and pertinent information." Sometimes you needed to know who you were working with. It could be useful.