Pansy Parkinson is better than you (pug) wrote in reoccurrence,
Of course that would sound appealing to him. Pansy didn't know much about her former professor, but what she did know she could infer based on prior interactions and his body language now. She could tell that he definitely didn't like engaging in small talk or social niceties. He probably didn't even really want to be there with her. As far as she could tell, he'd been a recluse then and he was probably content to continue being a recluse now.
"Ah, of course," she said over her shoulder with a grin. Maybe he didn't want to inflate her ego, but Pansy would certainly take his short answer as permission to assume he was lying.
She led him off the floor into a quieter back room where her design studio was. She often took clients there to design custom wardrobe pieces, so this would do nicely for the moment. "There, I have several customers on a regular basis who might have recognized your voice, and you seem like you would rather remain anonymous," she said, gesturing toward an armchair in front of her desk. "Would you like a drink?"