Envy liked the smell, it was a bed of roses for him. Better than that was the look of pure pain Temperance's face. He shushed her lightly, rubbing his thumb over the crease that had formed over her forehead. He wasn't going to ask her if she wanted more like he did his other victims, he was just going to soak in her pain for a minute. It felt good in a way mortals couldn't touch. He liked hurting something like himself.