Gilderoy // Aisling
Gilderoy devoted absolutely no brain power to picturing the letters as Aisling said them, and had forgotten the spelling almost before she'd finished. After all, it wasn't important. "What an unusual name," he murmured, smiling in a way he hoped would deflect further conversation on this topic. "Not that I can talk, I suppose," he added, more loudly. "You don't get a lot of 'Gilderoy's." He'd always appreciated the individuality of the name his mother had chosen. Vita and Slyvia had been rather less impressed, and had named all their children dreadfully boring, common things like 'Emma' and 'Jennifer'.
"Oh, we're quite exclusive," Gilderoy said, waving a hand to indicate he considered that sufficient answer to Aisling's question. He didn't honestly know the first thing about the finances of the endeavour, that was what he employed people to deal with. He did know that, even at only one or two dates a month, they were in danger of rapidly depleting the men who'd signed up to be matched. This was, of course, not a detail he was going to share with a woman who would - he assumed - only be interested in enrolling herself if there were eligible men to be paired with. "But we're not here to discuss business. Terribly bad manners, you know. How have you enjoyed your evening?"