"You have a lovely tattoo, young man. I've been trying to get my Newt to get one, but he's terribly old-fashioned about these things. I read all about how tattoos can help with self-expression and confidence." She was in the know about what body art meant to young people. "All right, Newt, I'll go. Would you be so kind as to show him around? You know how scary a first day can be."

"Yeah. Yeah, sure thing." Crowley reached for his sunglasses and slid them on, closing the car door behind him. What was happening? Was that boy special or something? He didn't even look that young. "Come on then, Newt. Place ain't so bad, apart from some of the customers. Nice meeting you, Mrs."

Crowley said it to her with a bit of a smile and a lot of swagger as he walked closer and, yes, Newt's mother giggled.