"You want her to talk?" Envy asked finishing up his masterpiece. He curled his finger around one of her ringlets of hair, bringing it to his nose for a smell. It was divine. "I can make her talk." Temperance had learned to not say anything to Envy while he was "dressing" her, it only made him more brutal. If Temperance was to make it out of here alive, she was going to have to keep her strength for more than yelling at Envy.