[Newt stares right back, mildly horrified that he let that come out of his mouth, but, well. He's a man with no sense of shame. He's more miffed that his joke didn't land.]

"It'll go very hard"...? You know.

[You know.]

Hey!

[He starts to lean away from her reach, but, wait, it was supposed to be hers to begin with, so lets her pull it away from him. Their knuckles bum briefly as he untwists his fingers from the handle, and he wishes it didn't send such a burst of warmth coursing through him. Jeez, this event. Get it together, Geiszler. He clears his throat, trying to shake it off.]

Right, uh, I thought you might want some coffee. Obviously.

[He nods at the cup in her hands. He's definitely nailing this interaction.]

I wasn't going to try to cop a feel or whatever, if that's what you were thinking.