Elsa made herself at home on Delilah's couch, sitting back, looking around the apartment. It wasn't too bad, for Delilah, although she deserved so much better.
Of course, to give her better, Envy would have to let himself lose the fight with his human half and give in and try to play husband again, and he knew it. So it wasn't likely to happen any day soon.
Elsa looked up as Delilah stepped out. "Still doing the mourning thing, huh?" she asked, a rueful smile on her face. "Well, your teacher seems old fashioned enough, she might understand, at least. Come on." She got up, holding out one hand while she fiddled with the PIN with the other. "Ready?"