There it was. A reaction. Envy was a ball of chemicals waiting to see the outcome of being thrown at others. It was usually toxic. There was something in Sloth that had infected his taste buds. He spread that glob of red paint on her knee, setting the panel aside and looming over her to take the weed with his teeth. He spread his fingers across her cheek, making new handprints. "Skin is better." The canvas it provided was a smooth consistency.