Fletcher didn't think little of his sister's skills with magic, he just knew that when it came to killing, she had quite a problem with it. Not that that was a bad thing. He preferred to be the one that had to worry about it anyway.
He nodded at the question. He would be more than happy to see this man wake up. He watched quietly as the man woke, doing his best not to laugh. He doubted Draco would have minded, but his laugh would have felt a bit too gleeful for the event.
A slow smile worked its way across his face and he pulled his wand out from his pocket. He hummed thoughtfully for a moment as he watched the man in his shackles. "You may go first. It is, after all, your home." He would hate to take away the thrill of first action, and he did rather want to watch and see for a brief moment.