[Despite the... everything about him, Ling isn't fool enough to think they let him loiter in the bar and waste alcohol for fun, or because anyone is particularly fond of him. (Except maybe Bido, but...) He's not worldly at all but he's high society, where backstabbing each other's reputations is automatic, and knowing when someone likes him or not is second nature.

It's just, well, he likes all of them, and it's easier to laugh and look sheepish when Dolcetto exclaims about how annoying he is than to make a scene. He doesn't mind playing up the dopey rich kid angle, kernel of truth in that as there is. And of course he likes Greed best for no reason he can explain - the man is mean to him pretty much all the time, and yet, here he is angling for his attention - so he's still coming around every other week or so. (Never mind the completely shallow reasons he loiters around Greed at work, those don't have to come up.)

His eyebrows go up - naked girls! Unexplored territory! Brand new information! - and then he grins easily, leaning his chin on his hand as Greed comes over.]

If you had girls, I could buy one of them a drink. [It would only be polite!] But there's no one here to buy drinks for except me, and this one's going to take me a while yet.

[Hours and hours. He'll wind up giving it to Bido, who won't know what to do without getting scolded for it. It's fine.]