That sounds like it makes more sense, even if Vasquez doesn't want to say that out loud. He glances around the large space as he drinks, trying to imagine the saloon. "That's the only part that matters of a saloon," he does feel compelled to point out, seeing as he doesn't really care about pianos or other things.

He always could find his own entertainment when he was five sheets to the wind. "I don't get it," he says bluntly. "If this is a place where we're expected to show penance, why give so many things that can lead to more sins?"