Log, Webster's Vinyl: Daniel W & Newt P
Newt'd met a vampire on the coast of Turkey, as well. Though, this coast was on the Sea of Marmara, outside of Istanbul. It was not, after all, too far from there to Romania, where, one wouldn't be surprised to learn, there was a fairly sizable, ancient population of vampires. Actually, the ginger man was considering visiting the vampire, Güvenç, and his family when he and Patrick traveled to seek out some kallikantzaroi. It was just occurring to the man now, however, as he stood outside Daniel's door, that perhaps, having been 'claimed,' as it were, by Daniel, it would be stupid to seek out another vampire. He was working on clarifying the territorial, protective nature vampires had over their quarry, but he didn't know if he'd be crossing a line or if it'd be seen as offensive, say, to the Turkish vampire.
He'd have to continue thinking on it later, as now, from behind the door, beneath the blanket of opera, Daniel spoke, beckoning him inside. Newt, who wasn't blind to danger, but who often simply asked it to step aside as he went about his business, entered as he was bid. His fringe was flopped forward, his hair untidy. His gaze jittered, stuck to the floor for the first handful of steps of old brown shoes. As was then usual, the man began to tip his line of sight upwards in a cant of gold. He peered thoughtfully at Daniel's knees, then up, navel and chest and throat, until he more or less met the man's pale eye with his own. His gaze would slide sideways now and then, but he seemed to be working on getting it to pin on Daniel's face. He too was attempting to ascertain how the man must feel.
All of that effort was unceremoniously tossed aside, however, when Mimi entered the room. "Hello, dear heart," he murmured to the cat as he sank onto one knee. His coat brushed the floor in its deep indigo, but Newt didn't pay any mind. If he was so honored and given Mimi's permission, he scratched under her furry chin. Freckled fingers smoothed over the top of her head, behind her ears, and along her body. With a lopsided quirk of a smile, Newt looked back to Daniel. And while the younger man wasn't always good at getting a proper read on others, especially their words, years studying animals and learning their silent ways of communication meant he was privy to the anxiety that tightened Daniel's features. "Don't fret, darling," he said to the man as he stood once more and, with a general wave of his fingers, his coat began undoing its buttons. "I'm well." It wasn't precisely the truth, but that didn't matter.
Newt let his coat shrug itself from his shoulders, then float to drape itself over the back of the nearest chair or suitable surface. Though he was tall and a bit physically awkward, he didn't hesitate in Daniel's space much. He undid his bowtie with the same drag of fingertips and began to turn down his collar, revealing a pale, freckled swath of throat.