Envy used his knife to dig a little dry blood and grime out from under his fingernails as he watched the little story unfold before him. His black boots scraped across the floor, stopping only when he shadowed the man. He looked at Sloth intently, still with a cold expression. He whistled a slow, depressing tune still playing with his knife.
"What the fuck Sydney?" He called Envy out by his human alias, but it was obvious Sloth was already sneaking in. This man would drown and then Envy would use him as his next art project.