((Cleaned up the post a bit, had to edit it for typos and whatnot, it was written late last night.)<br/><br/>Oz appreciated the gesture, but couldn't help grinning as if the teen barmaid's warm welcome was an inside joke.  When she stumbled, he pretended not to see by focusing his eyes downward on his soaked clothing.  He pulled his fingers through his messy brown hair, straining water out and down his back.  An involuntary cold shudder came over him, followed by another glance around the room.<br/><br/>"Hmm..." He said audibly.  It was a bad habit, he even tended to do it when not speaking to anyone at all.  His indecisiveness seemed to wane as his fascination for the strange took over; moments later he found himself deftly following after the exotic dancer and waiting for an opening for conversation.  He kept his distance and avoided staring, carefully taking efforts not to appear too interested.<br/><br/>He settled on leaning back against the wall at a barren spot with crossed arms and taking in his surroundings with great curiosity while waiting for the right moment.  A wry smile cracked across his face, radiating a certain roguish charm.  His eyes were usually intensely blue, but today they were almost as gray as the rain outside.  Drops of water continued to fall from his clothing onto the wooden floor of the tavern as he patiently waited.