Only, she did have a desire to deal with him and the problems that may or may not (she was pretty sure not) arise from dating a werewolf. Sure, Dora was probably very naive about that, but she liked believing in love and fluffy things and happily ever after. She was aware it didn’t actually exist, but she could pretend. It allowed her to keep some whimsy about her. And perhaps it was very Hufflepuff of her, but she didn’t really understand why everyone wasn’t like that. Why wouldn’t everyone want to get a little more enjoyment out of life if they had the choice?
“Hey, that’s just hurtful,” she replied as she stepped inside, her free hand over her heart. “I’m hurt you don’t trust me. What d’you think I’m gonna do, rearrange your furniture?” Actually. That sounded like it would be a super fun prank.