From Reddit

The whole House of Hades will miss Monsieur Gilles' warm hospitality and those magical words:
" we make you comfortable as this is your Parisian résidènce".
Such a bon vivant and gentleman.

I encountered his understanding with erasing the endless pommes frites bill my lamenting sister munched through as she was processing her messy divorce.

I was relieved he made Mother feel exhalted: " Madame Mère H. has expressed interest in buying 10 boxes of the hotel's macarons, unfortunately the kitchen does not have anymore, so i give to her the complete stock of the club on a plateau plate, no need to worry, i know Madame will bring the plate back on her next visit to Paris".

I have made him laugh when i told him both H.jrs were pet trained to keep the calm ambiance in the club, as he observed them sitting opposite each other zoned out on their electronic devices with earphones in for a whole rainy day.

I was always impressed that he could remember my guests from the embassy and they remember him too.

I might have discretely shown him my appreciation with gifting every visit several local Dutch liquors, good thing we have same taste.