Gilderoy // Aisling
Gilderoy frowned for a moment, never pleased when a conversation veered from the path he imagined. "You surprise me," he said, his tone suddenly less friendly. The hostility was over quickly, replaced by another wide grin. After all, perhaps his fans were naming children after him! It wouldn't surprise him if that were the case at all, his followers were so devoted. "The name must be coming back into fashion," he added, with a laugh that was intended to sound self-deprecating.
"We are not here to discuss business," Gilderoy pointed out, verging on making up his mind that he did not like this young woman. "I'm not seeking investors, or employees. I am here to support the excellent work of the Moonlight Society. As, I assume, are you." Frankly, Gilderoy had no idea what the Moonlight society even did. Support werewolves, somehow. He wasn't clear on the details, nor on why the recent publishing of the werewolf registry should mean werewolves needed more support than before. Still, Rosa had encouraged him to come and Gilderoy never said no to giving the impression he was committed to charity work.
Straightening his shoulders, Gilderoy nodded. "It's been a wonderful evening," he lied. "It's very -" He paused, searching rapidly for a word that would fit the point he was hoping to make - "rewarding to attend an event where the focus isn't on myself." He laughed his supposedly self-deprecating laugh once more, for good measure.