[The Barkeep avoids looking at Sephiroth and walks to a finished wall to inspect it, hand on his chin. All according to the plans, it seems. Nothing was changed here.

Without turning to face the other man:] Makin' sure. There's always a group of workers out there that wants to do their own thing. [Not that he's ever met one, but he's sure they exist somewhere. Besides, with Sephiroth's tendencies towards evil, any modifications to his saloon would lead to disastrous - and may he say - troublesome consequences.]

It looks good so far. What's the status on, uh, the cellar?