Dennis had been thinking long and hard about his little run in with Gabrielle. He could perfect this little 'innocent victim' routine, and hopefully gather a few more sympathetic ears in town. It would make it all the more sweeter when he could finally get to sink his teeth into someone. It would be nice to be able to have a regular feed from someone in town.
Not that anything could stop him from going out every night and enjoying a solid and very satisfying meal. Gluttony had never really been one of Dennis' sins when he was alive, but now that he was dead, well there was absolutely no harm in it at all. He'd just had a bit of a tasty appetiser - a woman whose car had broken down on the nearest Muggle road. He doubted the automobile club would know what to do with what he'd left of her.
Thinking back on Gabrielle's words about good people in town, he'd realised he could have himself a bit of fun. Good people meant gullible people, and something for Dennis to 'toy' with. Of course, the first 'good' person that came to mind was Rosmerta.
Darling and honest and gullible Rosmerta. He had thought about it all evening. If he could garner her sympathy, then perhaps he might get something useful. A bit of information, perhaps a nibble here or there on one of Rosie's girls, and maybe he could just prove to Jander he could also play that same game.
He'd lurked in the shadows, waiting for when the last person left. He heard her latch the door, and sensed that she was the only person left inside - there was, after all, only one heart beat. Racing up to the door, he knocked sharply.
His other hand went through his hair, and he steeled his face into the mask of the innocent victim. When the door opened, he hung his head, looking up at her only through his lashes. His hands rubbed his arms and he pretended to shiver.
"Came... came when ev'ryone gone," he said pitifully. "Rosie, I need your help. Please, can I come in?"