Fletcher looked up briefly at the sound of someone asking if he was decent. He glanced down at himself a moment before shrugging and going back to his paperwork. At least he had some clothing on. Well...more than some. He was currently wearing a pair of jeans and a t-shirt...which was really quite casual for his usual. He just hadn't expected people to show up. He'd set aside paperwork to get through, having worked on everything to get Pansy through the system quickly.
"What is that racket?" He set his quill down in the ink well and leaned back, arching an eyebrow as his best friend flopped down next to him. "And what's got you in such a cheerful mood, Buttercup?" He made a face at the feet in his lap, looking back up towards Tiberius. "Haven't you learned that the only people that get such treatment are the ones that give me amazing sex?"