Dennis just laughed at her words, even as his eyes managed to land on that vast expanse of pale, pale skin along her neck. He did well to keep himself in check, and simply smirked. "Well you only have to ask. I'm always up for a demonstration."
He came in as she shut the door behind her (not locking it, he noticed), and adjusted his cuffs as he looked around. When she laughed at his suit he just stood and gave her an odd look. "but my dear, it's all a part of the image. Cuffs, collars and impeccable grooming. I can't let the team down. Have you ever met a poorly dressed Vampire?" Ok, so perhaps the ruffles around the edge of his cuffs were overdone. That was the last time he was taking fashion advice from a vampire turned in the early 80's, who had been sired by a Victorian.
"You invited me, the least I could do was dress up. I get so few invitations these days."
He laughed at her very quick retort, but was eager to sate his curiosity. "So what was this urgent reason you needed me, and my distinct palate? Someone you want me to get rid of?" Now that would be fun... hiring himself out as some sort of assassin. She only had to but ask.