Now there was something Dennis didn't know. For all his lurking around town, his brother had been strangely silent. Not that he was going anywhere near the wards on Honeydukes, not when the pain from the burns was still fresh in his memory. "I dunno - me brother hasn't... he won't..." he didn't say any more, letting Rosmerta infer what she would. "I didn't even know he was still around."
He had barely said anything, and here she was, offering to help him. Merlin, the woman was a fool, and Dennis had every intention of exploiting her. He could hear the soothing rhythm of her heartbeat, and let himself lean into her hand. He tried not to react when she mentioned Jander's name. Fuck! Was there any innocent person in town that Jander had not already gotten to? Well, there was Hestia. "I do wish I could talk to Sanguini," he admitted, partially truthfully. Whatever game Jander was playing, however, Dennis wanted to at least get his own foot in the door.
When she pulled his chin up to her, he looked her directly in the eye. You just make a grave mistake, old dear. He leaned his head against her hand, letting her warmth go through him. "Your hands are so warm," he whispered softly. He rubbed his hands together and played on that point for now. "So cold. Rosie. I'm always cold." He closed his eyes, pretending to relax and just let her soothing warmth take over.