Fletcher caught the frown and reminded himself that the boy was rather sensitive on the subject of murder. That had been the one thing they never agreed on. Then again, that was also part of him that he quietly enjoyed. If everyone enjoyed murder, it would hardly be enjoyable.
"Your father and his drones are about as good as my patrol group, which is to say, none at all."
Tiberius' father had always been a source of annoyance for him. He didn't enjoy the man in the slightest. In fact, he'd rather have enjoyed it if he'd been given the task of killing the man. That one...That one he would take his time with, and it would be exceptionally fulfilling.
"Let's," he agreed, wrapping an arm around Tiberius' waist and winking at him. "Apparating, so you know." A moment later, he'd apparated them to a small clearing in the woods with a small set up of wooden objects.