For a moment, having made his way to the door, Chuck just looks at Newt like he might be insane. There's no reason for it when it isn't exactly like they were close before showing up here, but even so, the idea of him being someone to turn to for dating advice is hilariously absurd. Still, he's been asked a question, so he supposes he might as well answer it honestly, using what little knowledge and experience he has under his belt to do so. For all he knows, this is just a casual thing that Newt has going on anyway. Maybe that's all he really wants, and it's the choice of words that has him thrown. It's not like he's in any position to be able to tell.

"Make sure to get her off at least once," he says with a shrug of one shoulder, not entirely convinced that it would have to be any more complicated than that. "And, hey, if you swing by with a twelve-pack, you can do all the rambling you want." He really, really doesn't want to hear about Newt's potential sexual exploits, but with enough to drink, he imagines he could tune out just about anything. For that matter, he doubts he'd be able to stop Newt from saying whatever the hell he wants to, anyway.