"Very much, I would like that." He leaned back in his chair with a nod and took another sip from his coffee. His pale eyes moved around the room a moment before they settled back on Dawlish and he gave him a smile. It was the kind of smile a teenager might wear in an impromptu family photo, forced and insincere, but it was there and so was the sentiment. "But I am trusting of you. I have lived in--ah, huts?--nein, das ist nicht richtig, cottage, yes? In Africa. I am thinking a Bloomsbury flat will be much better all on itself."
He scratched his chin with his thumb. John seemed like a very accepting person. Not laid-back or weak-willed by any means, but perhaps with strong enough instincts to trust them. Rolf tapped the outside of his thigh as he thought about this. What could help a man learn to trust his instincts so readily?
"What is it exactly you are doing at the Ministry. You have not said." Scamander asked. "I am an author, yes? And Naturalist, I study the behaviours of animals for better understanding of them."