Oz was all too familiar with that look he was getting and he just grinned. Eva, his mind reminded him. Oh right. Well he could do nothing about being stared at, but he should probably be a little more careful about what his own eyes were doing. "Run into me and you'll bruise something, promise." He was built like a wall even without the added bonus of being a were. Toss the were thing in and he was pretty sure that there was not a single person in that town, unless they were another were or vampire, who could take running into him standing up. That coy smile he let slide, he had probably asked for it by staring. But seriously, he was unable to help himself from at least looking. There was no harm in that. Right? Right. Especially no harm if Eva was not standing right there over his shoulder.
"Yeah, them," Oz agreed with a vague sort of motion in the direction of the old women that he could still hear. Yet another advantage of being a were. Sometimes he really did wonder why people had no problem with talking as loudly as they did when they were now fully aware that there were plenty of people in the world who could hear them from a fair distance away. "They're wondering if you've got any diseases and now they're saying that I'm a poor boy for talking to you. Oh, or just as bad. They can't decide." Oz grinned and shrugged his shoulders. He knew that he was far better behaved than a lot of his classmates had been, and better than they thought he was on top of that. It was really hard to pass a certain level when you refused to attach yourself to one single person for life at the age of eighteen. "Only parts of it? Do you actually know them or are they just being... nosy old people?" Would not be the first time that Oz had heard someone's grandparents talking about them while they were right there.