Tycho idly followed Ford towards the back room. "I would imagine not," Tycho agreed. Still, he would rather relive his own worst memories and be plunged into depths of despair than to be witness to his deepest fear. Tycho supposed that was a matter of opinion though. He had also never been near a dementor so his opinion might change after actually experiencing the proximity of one.

"Oh? I shall flutter my eyelashes and croon oh, my hero at you in advance, then," Tycho said, following through on the promise to flutter his eyelashes quite flirtatiously over the top. He stopped that with a laugh. "In seriousness, I shall be sure to alert you should I have need for your expertise." Tycho did know what form his boggart took but for once felt it a little too intimate of a thing to divulge. Besides, for some reason he did not want Ford Greengrass to see even the fabricated image of him lost to insanity.