The names of countries (or cities, he doesn't know which) mean nothing to him, but he still listens with a sort of rapt attention. He catalogs all of it, stores the information away so he can think on it later. There's nothing he can do with it now, but it's interesting. Politics and magic of a far off world. How glorious.

"There's an argument to be made for certain sorts of blood-right, but I can't imagine that magic would be the place to make that argument. You're all... human, aren't you?"

He asks that because in his eyes, one human bloodline is as good as another. The petty squabbles of mortals is somewhere very, very far below him. Still, it's an interesting insight to Newt's world.

"I'll never understand the propensity of humans to fight over very small differences..."