Re: Dennis and Genie and Open
Dennis frowned at the way the colour seemed to drain from her face for a moment, wondering what particularly he'd said to hit a nerve. While his mind was alight with curiosity, he forced himself to pretend that he hadn't notice, and nodded genially at her. "Yeah it was really nice. He's a great bloke." He tilted his head in a oddly dog-like manner. "You're welcome."
He rolled his eyes and gave a long suffering sigh. "Just what I need in my life, another woman with a crush on me," he said melodramatically before poking his tongue out at her. "I'd love some men to fight over me, but short of that you and Rose fighting for my dishonour would be a pretty fantastic sight. I'd probably have to go down on Rose's boyfriend Rolf to help him deal with the shock, which would be such a hard thing to do." He began laughing to himself quietly at the thought of what Rolf would say if he ever found out about this conversation, before refocusing on the conversation at hand. "Sounds like a plan! We could take down a straight/gay combo, what do you say?"
"Ah, of course," Dennis said tactfully, taking in the way she hid her face slightly. "I get it. My brother died during the war, so I know how tough things were for people."
Normally, Dennis would have been ever so slightly miffed at being ignored in favour of food. But the way she set upon her food and began wolfing it down was- well, surprising enough that he merely watched with bemusement, eating his own food at a rather more sedate pace. She gave a moan of pleasure that reminded him very much of watching a group of weres he'd met in India set upon a freshly slaughtered goat. He shook his head for a moment, ridding himself of the thought - werewolves and their ilk were shunned in British society, and he doubted very much that the woman before him would be so open and friendly with him if she were one. "Enjoying it," he asked at last, flashing her an amused smile.