Oz waited patiently for her to finish speaking, the cup of coffee wafting slim billows of steam toward his face. Raising the cup to his lips, he took a sip then nodded at her introduction.
"Name's Oz," he replied. "Vampires aren't so bad in here. We tend to have just the one."
Heading to the counter, he placed the mug upon it and pulled out the small booklet Cordelia had made of all of those staying in the hotel, including the number of their chosen room.
"She's a witch, right?" he questioned, already knowing that Cordelia's filing system was not like other filing systems in the slightest. After all, everyone else used names for a roster. She? Went by their special gifts. If Oz was the type to judge others, he might have a few words to say on the subject.
As he wasn't that sort, he simply skimmed to the "W" page.