"Sad," Jun signed rather than bothering to repeat the word out loud. She wasn't particularly sure whether Gilderoy meant that it was sad that she wasn't able to speak whilst she painted, whether it was sad that she wouldn't be able to hear him speak whilst she painted, or whether it was sad that she couldn't hear. Personally, Jun only felt sad about the middle one, since Gilderoy was great to talk to, or rather it was great to hear the way he spoke. Jun found great entertainment in it. "You don't need to shout," she added. "Speaking louder won't make me hear you any more," Jun explained with a shrug, since it really wouldn't. Why people felt the need to speak louder as soon as they found out someone was deaf was beyond Jun.
Picking out the pencil she wanted to start with, Jun tilted her head thoughtfully at Gilderoy. "Maybe you could market it as an experience," she told him. "Tea and scones with Gilderoy Lockhart, with a special guest appearance of the woman who created such masterpiece," Jun commented. Personally, Jun would never turn down the opportunity to meet the woman who was responsible for such creative genius as Gilderoy Lockhart. "Small groups, I'm sure they'd enjoy it greatly. Or perhaps a route through the house that wouldn't disturb your mother if she was taking a rest in the study or something," Jun said thoughtfully. She had no idea how old Gilderoy's mother was but she did recall him saying that she had been poorly, so perhaps groups of guests to entertain, no matter how small, might be a strain. "I'm sure a lot of people would be very interested in your collection of souvenirs from such marvellous adventurers as yours," because whether Gilderoy did or did not write truthfully about his experiences, only an idiot would not recognise that he wrote about them well.