Dennis just smirked even more at her banter. "Oh the only thing I can smell is dinner. Well, that and a bit of soot. Consider this your lucky night." He let out a menacingly low laugh at her, no longer afraid of her words. He didn't bother to disabuse her of the misguided notion that she would even get the chance to bet near enough to stab him with anything.
"Anyway, I do prefer blondes."
His laugh continued. "Fortunately for you, no. I thought it would be a grave disservice if one former Gryffindor didn't at least hang around to permanently annoy you. Aren't you lucky I'll be around for a long, long while?"