Absolute confusion was right. Denny had absolutely no idea what was going on inside this girl's head, and he had to admit that it was the smallest bit frustrating. But it was also a bit of a challenge: and that he almost enjoyed. Too many girls were so bloody predictable. Still, he just didn't grasp how he had been joking: or rather, why she thought he had been.
Still, at the approach of one of his best mates, he shook his head and tried to clear away a bit of the fogginess. "Howdy," he grinned, slapping Ted on the back, though without much force. "This is Frankie Knight," he said, touching her lightly on the shoulder and then pulling his hand back, still unsure of how much contact she would accept from him. However, all the while, his grin stretched his face. "And this's Teddy Tonks." He said, introducing the pair to each other and using his typical nickname for Ted. He had called him that since almost first year. They had called their dog that back home, Teddy.