[ a rich English earl... she's definitely imagining some stuffy old guy. ]

So you're a Celebrant... wow, I never would've guessed from hearing your voice. [ "Said," or thought more like, mostly to herself. He sounds chilled out and relaxed - plus, he's a butler, so how much celebrating can he really be doing? With a hint of mischief: ] You really don't think it's even a little fun? It's sort of like being able to read minds. That part of it, I don't mind so much.