Gilderoy // Aisling
"Do I?" Gilderoy asked, immediately charmed back to Aisling's side by her comment. "How very nice of you to say." He assumed that Aisling, like himself, was inordinately fond of her family. Or at least, those members of her family to whom she was drawing the comparison. Gilderoy wasn't particularly close with his sisters. He tried, but they had a tendency to agree with one another and to disagree with him that he found most baffling.
He nodded, accepting her premise. "When I am in the United Kingdom, yes. I'm usually only her for at most a month or two, so my publicity team try to squeeze in as many events as possible. It's understandable, of course, and I don't begrudge any of my readers their chance to meet me in person! But now that I am back home for the foreseeable future, perhaps the schedule needs to slow down." Indeed, after the whirlwind of a new book release, a political campaign and the opening of a new business, public appearances decreasing was almost an inevitability. Reminded of the gala, he beamed. "Oh, it was wonderful. I discovered an excellent events planner. She actually had a hand in this evening, as well." Gilderoy gestured around the room, as if Aisling might not know what he meant by 'this evening'. "I had a word with the director and recommended her." It was an absolute lie, Gilderoy hadn't had any hand in Charlotte's employment, but not one he expected to be caught out on. After all, who save the director himself could prove that Gilderoy hadn't?