Hob shakes his head at Larina's mention of cocktails. "Don't know anything about any fancy drink, lass." Then he shakes an admonishing finger at her, his face stern. "If I've told you once, I've told you a thousand times, yer mouth'll be the death of you."
To Elias he says, "Renard's a regular enough visitor. Not every day mind you, or even every week. But he's always been a good customer, and generous with his gold.
"And let me say right now that I don't approve of any of this snooping around. Though it sounds better than boasting of burglary, at any rate. I know, I know, you young'uns can't be dissuaded from your fool ideas. All I can do is formerly ask ya ta stop." Then he shrugs and adds in passing, "But if you were ta be planning this without my knowledge, there's nothing I could do, could I?"
Yara comes to the barkeep's side. "I think if they were to sit over in the corner there," she points to the far side of the pub, "that it'd be impossible for you to hear, Hob. If they were interested in talking about snooping around, of course."