Dennis smiled and gave a Gallic shrug. "Sure," he said with a slight nod. "I mean I did get knocked off a cliff by a stampeding animagus," he said with a stupendous lack of concern. "But no one three times my size fell down a hill and landed on top of me as they did with Rose, and I didn't get cursed by a demonic rune like Eddie did, so I figured I did okay?" He scratched his chin for a moment and gave the man a half smile. "I can't say the Goblins are particularly nice to me - probably something to do with the fact that I was jumped by one a couple of weeks ago in a case of mistaken identity but otherwise I found everything good."
He leant back in his chair and tilted his head and smiled. "I know Gringotts tends to be wary of journalists - with good reason I'm sure - but I'm not here to bust anyone's heads or print anything sensationalist. I'm here because I want to do good quality investigative journalism about a group of interesting people doing interesting things in interesting places, and then translate that back into a narrative that talks about the sociocultural issues facing our society in the twenty-first century."