I don't think I've ever dated a Mercedes-Benz before. [He wiggles the collar/zipper of his jacket as if straightening it out and making himself more 'presentable.'] You're like a Bond car hiding under a luxury sedan shell--like the guy I took to the Masquerade.

[ Newt looks up at him, contemplating kissing him. Posh elegance indeed. Instead he flips back up the hood over Hermann's head and quickly steps out of reach of any initial cane swing with a laugh. ]