[Newt nods, silent, relieved to feel the anger draining out of his partner even if he knows that isn't really the end of this discussion, and he wraps his arms around Hermann's waist, under his jacket, and holds him tightly. Then he lets slowly lets out a breath, stepping back to look up at Hermann.

There can be a million Cherno Alphas. This one's mine.

But to say that? No. He doesn't need to scare Hermann off. Be cool, Newt. Stop staring. Don't make this weird. Why do we always have these talks in the kitchen? Why is there always tea? God, his eyes are pretty: deep, rich, like warm coffee. He grins, excited as an idea strikes.]

Hermann. Let's get out of the house for a while, forget all this. Just you and me go for tea or something. A date. Nothing big! Just a nice time. What do you say?