Dennis had to work hard not to laugh at Rosmerta. Merlin, the woman was utterly deluded, and so sweetly gullible. When she started to talk about other vampires she knew, he wondered if she had met Jander. He remembered that Sanguini had mentioned her as a friend. Perhaps this was easier than he first thought.
He played along, looking lost, forlorn and then with just a spark of hope. A snort of laughter did escape when she spoke of his brother's great, great grandchildren. "Colin's gay," he reminded her. "Unless they invent male pregnancy, I doubt Col's going to be a father any time soon."
He hunched with his elbows on his knees, and looked up at her. "I hope so Rosy, I'm scared - everyone wants to come after me, and I didn't do no harm. I just... I have these urges and I need them to stop." When she winked at him, he wondered if she was actually flirting, which made this whole deception even more amusing. Perhaps he might just get a little something out of this after all.
"All my friends have shunned me," he said, his voice just a little petulant, but filled with a touch of concern. That's because you killed them.