It took a moment, but he was much more spry than the stature really gave him credit for. Oswald hopped right up on a bar stool, and with an elbow on the bar itself, he leaned to face the young woman. "Well, at least there will be more company for you, then. I'm Oswald. Oswald Cobblepot," and his face split into the kind of grin that was charming, but still sharp. Not danger, but well, there were some habits that didn't always melt away. "Hopefully my company will agree with you more than simply a bartender and a musician."