"That's why I'm saying to buy something anyway. You don't pay a bartender for the drinks, you pay 'em to listen to your ass. Didn't I just say that?"

Despite a golden opportunity at what he'd tried and threatened to do several times over, Greed seemed to have fallen into a relaxed slouch in his chair, sipping and passing the time idly with empty conversation. "Drinking's a double dull edged sword, anyway. S'a social thing... 'n if the body can't want it, m'not gonna miss the sex. I can still get what I want out of it, with or without feelin' it."