He resisted the urge to touch more, though just barely. Her hair was quite pretty and looked quite silky and touchable. His fingers itched, but he kept them to himself -- he liked to touch people, but his sisters had instilled much in him over the years as well.
"How could I refuse? I can hear your talent in your voice," he said, and it was true, not just a veela-induced exaggeration, though that added to the broadness of his flashing white smile. As a radio host of many years now, he could spot talent when he heard it.
He couldn't deny that she currently seemed like the best one for the job. Her very presence sparkled and made things brighter, or so it seemed. He forgot entirely for the second just why her presence was so intoxicating. "I will promote you on the radio, certainly," he promised. "I'll help however I can to promote your career."
Later, the promise might seem rash; right now it certainly felt quite reasonable. If it would make her think well of him ...