"Yes. Gypsies..." He said, confused and somewhat amused by the rambling of the red head and the backup of the younger one. His face however, only raised an eyebrow and he walked over to one of the bookcases.
"I don't know your 'dimensions' but." He halted, spinning on one foot to face the girls- even without the tentacles, the man still had a bizarre style and still emitted the vibe of 'crazy old pirate' as he pulled out a book. "Kalderash. Gun smiths and sword smiths... pity Turner isn't here to steal out limelight." He tossed the book to Willow. e had possibly too much time on his hands and knew, perhaps, a little too much about the library's contents. "If it gets me out of the hotel and you-know-who can't find me.... I'm in."