A customer? Sitting behind the till? While Tristram wanted to point out the young mans sheer stupidity, he bit his tongue and said nothing about it. It wasn't the best way to start things off. But so far it wasn't promising. Tristram however, knew that he was a harsh critic, and knew that he had to temper his judgement somewhat.
Standing with his hands behind is back, he looked up at Al and let him continue talking. He wanted to assess his body language, find out what this man really thought of the shop. He was at least glad that Al seemed to like the place. Not that it particularly mattered if he did or not.
"Well..." Tristram started. "If you wish to work here, I would like to know who I might be working with a bit better. I don't care about your work history. I don't care about your strength and weaknesses, those are usually given with false pretence anyway. I have no interest in asking you the sort of questions most employers would ask of you. I wish to know you as a person" he paused. "I am quite a private man, Mr Potter, you must understand, I do keep quite a number of rather rare and dangerous books here, as well as mundane tomes and fragments. I need to know that I can trust you and in order for that to happen, I wish to know you" he smiled in a welcoming manner. "Would you share a glass of wine with me?" he asked.