"It's the charm," he said, smirking again, "I've got buckets of it." He started packing away the medical supplies, leaving behind a bottle of asprin for Buffy to do what she wanted with. He vanished behind the bar again, but easily returned with a glass of water to replace the whiskey.
"There's a room in the back. It's got a bed. Should be good for the night. C'mon." He offered her his hand.