"Yeah, he was pretty entertaining." Dennis smirked, watching as Luna continued his drying.
He couldn't agree more. "Yeah, that's the curse of it all," he sighed. He slumped in the chair. "Can't go out in the sun, can't do magic, can't eat. I can still smoke." He snorted at that irony of that. "At least cigarettes won't kill me."
"It's only fair that you know what to expect from a guest under your roof, Luna." He didn't know how long he could milk this, but there was a bit of a thrill in fooling her like this.