The term 'catching more flies with honey' was something Dennis remembered his mother saying often when he was a child, and that's how he used to use his innocent smile. That's how he'd charmed his way out of many a situation when he was a boy.
It's how he'd lured his victims when he was possessed with dark magic.
And he was learning now that it was a good way to get a feed without too much effort. Plus, if it kept the body count down, he was sure Jander would be happy, and the townsfolk would be less likely to burn him at the stake.
He appreciated the joke. "Most people wouldn't make a joke like that," he said quietly. "Mind you, most people run screaming when I come near. Haven't 'ad a decent conversation since I were turned. Me name's Dennis."
He flashed a grateful little smile, but was unable to hide his fangs. "No, I can't drink tea, but I'm really hungry." He let out a needy little whimper.
"I haven't eaten in days, and I'm starving." Merlin, he sounded pathetic.