"Of course you wouldn't." Hermann was doing a very good impression of a sexy, stern librarian with those damn glasses on, but Newt was totally going to focus and pull through this conversation. He was not going to think about taking those glasses off carefully and kissing that prissy, thin, down-turned mouth.

"I'm just saying if you did--got married, I mean, not specifically in Vegas and not specifically inebriated..." After taking another drink, he set down his glass again with a smack of his lips. "Which, by the way, I did not actually say would be my state-of-mind, no matter what the cliche image of a Vegas wedding is--if you got married, how did you picture it? Some straight-forward, cut and dry, go to the clerk's office and sign a certificate and you're done? Or didn't what? Or nothing? Marriage is maybe just not mathematical enough?"