[They're on the cusp of another row, but trying desperately not to have one while still disagreeing.]

I prefer to be taken seriously. [And he curbs his tongue on a pointed dig about Newton's wardrobe because they came out to make peace of sorts.

The taxi pulls up to the curb and Hermann steps out before Newton can get out and run around the car. The wind is cold on the back of his neck, and he tugs his hood up]

And last I checked, I don't need a mid-sized vehicle. I want to drive Newton, not ferry people around on errands.