Dennis just shrugged in reaction, annoyed at the truth behind the words. Fuck, he wished this hadn't happened. "Her blood, something was wrong with it. You'd have been in this mess if you'd tried a nibble." He sounded just a little petulant about that, but well, it was done now.
He still had the bloody knife, wondering just what he'd do with it. But right now, he realised, with a sigh, that he probably should leave town again. Fuck.
He was about to protest Jander taking the ring when he heard his own pocket full of galleons. He shut up about that and harrumphed as he looked around the room. The tub was filling with water, and he went over to the bed. He pulled the duvet up to make it, covering the blood on the bed.
"I'll get rid of this," he said to Jander as he flashed the knife. "Anything else I need to do?" He asked, looking around the room. The urge to flee was getting stronger, and the sooner he did it, the further away he could go before sunrise. The tainted tang of Rosie's blood was still in his mouth and he wanted a decent feed before the sun came up.