Fletcher made note of that, quietly letting it go for the moment. Only the moment, however. He would address it later. "It is my favourite pastime," he said softly, a slight smile on his face.
"I have. He sent me a message about it. The other part of that message you would probably care not to discuss. Just part of my brand of awesome that would go unwanted by most."
He moved around for a moment before wedging himself between the couch and Tiberius, wrapping his arm around his waist and humming softly. "You needn't run, you know." His words were said softly. "It will make you all sweaty. Certainly you could just walk briskly. I even promise to walk at normal speeds so you might keep up, hrm?"