The Barkeep had been working on a clever retort to counter Sephiroth's choice, but the solider had caught him off guard with his last comment. He laughed.

"Well, ain't you the the succinct one again?" He took off his robe, letting Ramza's head rest on his lap while he folded it, and slide it under him as a makeshift pillow. His knees were hurting, and this old man needed to move around before he strained something.

"Took you this long, but it seems you really did learn somethin' after all. And look at you all not-stoic like that. It's a fittin' look."