"What —" Newt gaped, "I… I’m flattered. Your brain’s really attractive. I mean, you, you’re attractive.”
”My brain is attractive? That’s not much of a compliment, mate.” Charles teased, arms folded neatly across his chest, arching his eyebrows at the man before him. “Flustered, are you?”
"Flustered? Who me? No, no no no, not at all. I don’t see anyone around us that’s flustered. Nope, not at all.” Newt looked down and rolled his sleeve up nervously.