He couldn't help it. The moment she stated that she'd tell her sister, a frustrated groan escaped from him. He had known better. He truly had. He couldn't falter her for falling upon family, he wished he had that privilege, but it still frustrated him with the knowledge he knew of Chasity.
"She would hurt me." He stated this very clearly in response to Patience's statement. "She is the reason I am afraid to tell you anything, Patience." He admitted, now giving her the chance to finish speaking. He didn't like that she was looking so nervous. He didn't want to make her feel that way.
He sighed as she continued to speak. "You didn't threaten me," he clarified, trying his best to try and ease the situation. He then shook his head, his arms crossing. This was quite frustrating.
"No. There are hundreds of Fred's in Britain, Patience. I figure yours is perfectly safe." He took in a deep breath. He needed to find out if she was talking about Weasley. "However...no two Fred's look a like. That goes without saying...but...does your Fred resemble another person?"