"Merlin," Newt breathes as Newt shows him his tattoos, beautiful with intricate details. They remind him of dragons, the creatures on his arms. Not any one breed in particular; more like a conglomeration of various aspects of the different breeds found throughout the world. "Those are magnificent. You studied these creatures?"

He is thoroughly impressed. And delighted. Anyone who studies beasts such as the ones Newt has shown him is well worth preserving as a good friend. Newt finds himself practically beaming.

At the mention of the Niffler, he chuckles, shaking his head a bit. "You can," he tells him. "But I must first advise you to hide anything shiny or of value that you own. The Niffler is a bit of a thief." Which is definitely an understatement, but Newt does so have a way with those, he doesn't pay this one any particular mind.