It did sound a bit strange with her more Continental accent, but no stranger than his Irish brogue would sound if he said her name. Cathair's manners were even more old fashioned than she'd expect. He didn't shake her hand, but merely covered it with the other one for a moment before releasing it.
"Actually, you're the first applicant," he told her as he nodded towards the counter. "Let's get you an application." He let Antoinette precede him, then moved around behind the counter and pulled out a small stack of simple application forms. Pulling a pen from the holder by the register, he offered it to her. "Shouldn't take too long to fill out," he told her. "I don't need every job you've ever held down or loads of references. It's just a formality. There's a few chairs and tables over in the corner. That way I'm not breathing down your neck and you can sit." He could busy himself with putting up the books he had found in the wrong places last night before closing time.