Glancing back at the books on the shelves, Adrian lifted a shoulder. "Ah, I'm afraid you might find me a poor potential beau. I never quite realised what a monastic existence teaching might lend itself to. There isn't a time when I'm not thinking of lessons or the assignments I have to grade. I would fear that I wouldn't be able to give you the sort of attention you no doubt deserve."
He laughed a little as Romilda told him about herself. "How very encyclopedic. Does your mother work in the Ministry of Magic?" He took 'Mother London' to be some sort of nickname. "You will forgive me, I must admit to being a rather curious fellow." He winked at her. "Deepest and darkest, eh? Well, if you feel like you must divulge, who am I to stop you?"
Adrian spread his hands wide in contrition. "Please don't take offense. It's just that thinking of those students in any sort of potentially attractive circumstances makes me just a bit ill. I'm certain you were very conscientious about your appearance. However, if you had ever been a student of mine, I wouldn't have given you another thought. How fortuitous, then, that you are not."