[ The idea of anyone, least of all Tina, being jealous of someone for seeing him is so foreign that doesn't consider it. He can only return her brilliant smile with a temporarily emboldened one of his own. All this reminds him of the brief moment of reprieve with her, Queenie, and Jacob that crystallized in his case.
He still hasn't written his book or thought of what to say to her when he delivers it (or, perhaps, what to write in the jacket), so he says anything and everything that pops into his head, even his more nonsensical tangents. ]
No, you wouldn't. [ at this, he falters, head dropping as his hands move to stifle another laugh. ] I'm the famous one, it seems. [ trying not to sound pleased with himself — ] Seeing as she didn't, ah, get any of the credit for stopping Grindelwald.
[ you walked into that one, Porpentina Goldstein!! ]
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He still hasn't written his book or thought of what to say to her when he delivers it (or, perhaps, what to write in the jacket), so he says anything and everything that pops into his head, even his more nonsensical tangents. ]
No, you wouldn't. [ at this, he falters, head dropping as his hands move to stifle another laugh. ] I'm the famous one, it seems. [ trying not to sound pleased with himself — ] Seeing as she didn't, ah, get any of the credit for stopping Grindelwald.
[ you walked into that one, Porpentina Goldstein!! ]