One thing he and Sloth shared was that ability to wallow in their own misery. Envy just became destructive with it. Jealousy brought out the ugly things in people, therefore Envy held on to the ugliest part of one's emotions. "The rest of you forget I'm even here." He was a ghost most of the time because he usually kept so quiet, buried in the shadows.
He put the point in a little deeper, the dark red coating his whole finger now. "I like blood." He leaned down putting a bit of the chalk-like dust of what was left of the dealer's coke back in his hand. The red soaked through some of the white. "Still want some?" his eyes glistened a little while his face remained pretty stiff. He liked her licking out of his hand.