Orla met Dennis at the door, her mug in one hand and another hand on her hip. "Funny, how I see you as neither evil or murderous," she said, eyebrow raised. She pulled open the door. "Come in then, before you let a draft in my house." Not that letting a vampire in was any better, but for the purposes of her experiment she needed him around. And as long as he'd eaten...
Well, Orla didn't want to think about what might happen if he hadn't, and so she decided to just operate on the assumption that he had.
She closed the door behind her, though didn't lock it just in case. That done, she turned back around and gave Dennis a thorough look up and down. A small smirk came to her face. "A suit? S'not as if I've invited you to a bloody dinner party," she said with a laugh, though her face sterned quite quickly. "I haven't, you know."