"Oh they certainly do," Newt says with an apologetic smile. He does not mention the bank or the jewelry store his Niffler recently took the shining too. No need to let Darrow catch wind of his creature's criminal past.

He visibly relaxes when the Niffler stops struggling, settling into his arms. He glances up at Newt with beady eyes, tilting his head in a way that he knows melts Newt's heart, the cheeky bugger.

"You're fortunate you're adorable," he tells him, before turning his attentions back to Eowyn and her horse.

"Bleod," he repeats, letting the weight of the name sit on his tongue for a bit. "What a magnificent name for a magnificent creature."