Envy stopped in his tracks. What would he prefer? Envy was Dante's name for him, and the idea of Hohenheim, the only parent that accepted him as what he was created to be, calling him that turned his stomach.
But he remembered how much being called by his human name had crawled under his skin, too.
Either way, he'd have to get used to something, and whatever he picked, it'd probably apply to Delilah, too. And he didn't like hearing the name Envy from her mouth.
"Call me whatever you want," he finally settled on with a marginally hostile tone. "I'll have to get used to it, either way."