Thom wrinkled his nose at the term services; it made him think of prostitution, more than anything in the realm of Quidditch, even though he supposed it was technically correct. August was a lawyer; being technically correct was his entire life, as it were.

"Well, I pay Puddlemere to play, obviously," he said, leaning back in his chair. "And I'm not planning on trying to do anything with the other British players. It wouldn't look good," he reflected. The relationship he had with his team was a bit more hands-on than the relationship most sponsors enjoyed with their teams. He didn't just throw money at them and let everyone else make the decisions; he was heavily invested, both financially and emotionally, in their success. Cavorting around with some other player, with any purpose other than trying to covertly get them to switch teams, would have felt like a betrayal to his poor players. More of a betrayal, ironically, than sleeping with a woman other than his wife.

"But I've been thinking of getting some of the more prominent international players involved in QQS," he explained. "As... brand ambassadors, I suppose. Have them outfitted in the latest and greatest and mention some stellar gear in an interview after a big win, something like that. Watch the local market for our gear climb every time they win."