Newt thinks that he will never tire of listening to Tina's laughter. It's such a lyrical and beautiful sound, like a strong breeze rushing through wind chimes. It makes the woman in his arms light up even more than she already glows, in his eyes.

He grins, a fragile smile that flickers as she pulls away. He would be content to hold her like that for hours.

But she does raise a very good point, he supposes. His gaze, unintentionally, falls to where he can see how her nightgown very much does not suit her newly grown-up body. He flushes deeply, his cheeks turning a deep red, like wine, before he quickly averts his gaze, not wanting to intrude.

"Yes, I can't imagine you're too comfortable right now," he agrees, trying very much not to dwell on the brief glimpse he caught of the way the strained fabric hugged her body.