And there it was. A smile. Dennis realised now that he could play on people's emotions, and that made him see the merit of this sort of game. A soft spot for helping people? He was going to have to see if he could find a few others with the same predilection.
"I won't do it again. I'm sorry. I... it just comes over me when I'm hungry, and it just takes control of me." He flicked his gaze up at her again. "I never asked for this, you know." Technically, he never did, but once Svetlana's fangs were in his neck, Dennis had responded and she deemed him worthy of the gift of immortality. But he suspected some might not have been so grateful for the gift. He could play the part of such a pathetic cretin.
He chuckled in response to her own laugh, running his hand through his hair. "Yeah, probably not." He took a deep sigh, as he looked in fear towards a window. "I need to sleep," he said, knowing that soon he really would be too tired to even stand, and looking towards where she had indicated the cellar.
"'Choo said there was a bed down there?" A bed would be far more comfortable than a cave, or a barn.