"Dragon ancestry," Newt repeats, thoroughly delighted and curious all at once, the distinct opposite of how a good majority of wizards and witches in his world would feel, had they heard such a concept. Those same witches and wizards would probably make the argument that Newt was more beast than human, given his love for creatures, anyway. "It sounds especially fantastic. How common is it, sorcerers descending from dragons?"

He arches an eyebrow when Alacruun mentions his 'youth.' He looks plenty young, Newt thinks. But then, appearances can be deceiving.

"I agree wholeheartedly," he nods, hardly bothered by the blunt words. He's made use of blunt words himself plenty of times before, after all. Not to mention, his companion is certainly right. "Better to keep looking in another direction entirely than to dwell to long on these frigid surroundings."