Don't smile at me like that

Fantastic Beasts fanfic. There he is, shifty eyes and red ears, clutching his case so hard his knuckles are white. I look him up and down and I try to think 'cheeky', 'impudent', 'barefaced', but the first word to cross my mind is 'cute'. He makes insolence sound sweet and innocent and I'm starting to think I really got myself into hot water. Percival Graves' POV. Newt/Percival.