"No," he answered, because whether he worked for the Witch Weekly was the important part of what she'd said. He didn't care who enjoyed it, male or female.
He flipped through more robes, losing his patience quickly with what was around here. Either the quality was awful or he couldn't afford it. He knew that he couldn't afford it to be vain, but if he was going to buy something, he wanted it to be good.
Once in a while, he would raise his eyes and look at her. It was driving him mad, for no real reason other that he liked to know who people were. That was definitely the consequence of being an auror. "I started school in 71. When were you there?"