Gilderoy beamed. The younger fans of his work he'd met recently were so enthusiastic. The older ladies were too, of course, but enthusiasm in a bright young person was somehow more engaging - not to mention, more flattering. "People have said that they feel that way about my books," Gilderoy agreed, trying (and failing) to look modest. "Not quite a different world, but another part of it. And the experience of facing a dragon is quite different to going on a holiday." About which most people should probably be pleased. A holiday sounded, even to Gilderoy, much more pleasant.
"Ah, young love," Gilderoy said, smiling at Lydia more gently. He wouldn't be recruiting her a potential match, then, but that was alright. Gilderoy had only really started the business because he wanted people to be happy, or so he whole-heartedly told himself. "That must be a tremendous experience, to travel with someone that you care for." Gilderoy couldn't quite imagine it, really. "Oh, South America is wonderful," he said. "So much life."