Fletcher arched an eyebrow, shaking his head and laughing softly. "I declare that I will never understand you," he murmured softly. He arched an eyebrow at Tiberius' next words. "What's up, Buttercup? You know I do not like it when you are in a poor mood and pretending for my sake." He nodded to the knapsack. "Is that why you brought that with you? Are you hiding at my place?"
He smirked slightly at his words. "Do you think you can handle amazing sex, Buttercup? I don't think like my brand of amazing."