Dennis shook his head. "I don't know. Colin just suddenly thought I was public enemy number one, then kicked me out and cast a fire curse at me." He looked away, the look of pain at the memory very very genuine. "But do me a favour? Please don't tell him I'm back. I wouldn't want him to get upset with you. And now with that ministry thing, asking us all to register..." He shook his head. He didn't trust that at all. It was a death sentence, of that he was sure.
He chuckled softly, biting at his lips and trying to look oh so innocent. This would be very very easy if he got Luna to offer up her neck willingly for him. But he could wait a day or two, especially now she had offered up her basement.
"That's brilliant," he smiled. "But the basement might be best - I don't expect you to have to tiptoe around me during the day, and it would be easier to keep dark."
"Don't let me stop you from making a cup of tea, or anything. Or, perhaps you need to do something with those plants you were collecting? Perhaps I can help? I don't want to be a freeloader."