Fletcher looked over towards Terrence as he came back toward him. He looked at his targets and smiled a little. "Thanks." He passed over a quiver, taking the bow he was offered. Oh, he was ready. He slipped his arrow into place, testing the bow and smiling widely. "Good job," he said with a hint of pride in his voice.
He didn't know why that came out, but he supposed he couldn't help but find that his new friend had rather impressed him. The bows were well crafted and seemed like they were likely to work the way they were meant to. He turned and pulled the arrow back, hooking his hand at the corner of his mouth as he aimed at one of their painted targets and let go.
"Bloody brilliant," he commented when the Muggle man's eyes widened in shock at the arrow sticking out of his chest. That had felt rather good. "You should try it."