"I... do not undairstand," she said at first. "If your bruzzer is your bruzzer, he should love you no matter what, I do not see what you are-" she stopped stammering and just listened, trying to figure out what Dennis was reaching to say. The confusion lead her to let go of his arm, her hands finding their way into her own hair.
"Dennis, I do not 'ate you! ...Well, ehm, at least I zink I do not!" She shook her head, looking him in the eyes as if she could pull his point out of him without words. "You are scared? Zere is no reason to be scared, you are wiz me and I am quite ze vairy small pairson. I-" She was really terrible at this. Fleur was the sister with the good advice.
"Why would evair 'urt me, Den-ees?" She forced a small smile, finding the idea absurd.