Dennis tilted his head and lifted eyebrows questioningly? "Ravenclaw? Me? Ha! Perish the thought," he replied with a cheeky grin - guessing that she herself was probably a Ravenclaw. Hopefully she wouldn't be too upset with the teasing, which unfortunately appeared to be hard wired into Dennis' DNA. "I was a Gryffindor, me. Still loved reading though. Or rather love, it didn't stop." He waggled his eyebrows at her, deciding to just go with the weirdness that was apparently invading his body.
He grinned and shook her hand cordially. "So, Miss Capper, what's your poison for today," he asked, looking at the various books displayed enticingly in front of them. "Or are you just here for a dreamy browse?"