"I use paint sometimes..." He had started that back in the Middle Ages. Until Greed told him he was shit and they had a fallout (one of many). Now Envy had installation pieces using humans as his medium. What paintings he did do without destroying human remains were left for himself. He'd make a deal with them when he absolutely had nothing else to keep him afloat, but it reminded him of old days dead and artists always matured into new things.
He took the cigarette right out of her mouth, flicking the grey ash that was ready to drop. "So what do you have for me?" though he easily meant her as much as anything she had with her. He took a drag of the smoke, "Lilith took out my whole lot. She's a cheapskate." He went back to the question she'd asked him moments before. "Now this place is empty." He didn't have enough to play with now.