Envy made a low and incoherent noise which could have been agreement, or disbelief, or even disgust. It was hard to say. "You know them well enough to realize that eventually they will come sniffing about one of us. It's just a matter of time before some bureaucrat tries their clawed hand at testing a Sin."
Likely true, and yet he sounded dry as the desert they lived in, borderline indifferent. Envy was protective of his siblings inasmuch that they were left to twist in the wind by his hand. It was the only reason he curled his lip at Lust's arguments with Asmodeus, or the sudden appearance of Mammon.
"I think that Greed is an idiot and Lust has gone stark raving mad. Admittedly, I wasn't in town for his marriage, but barring his usual temper, Greed seems no worse than usual -- obstinate and difficult, determined to dance to his own merry tune."
He ran a thoughtful hand across the pile of headshots on his desk, pretty actresses just waiting for the right kind of attention. "Lust is the one who concerns me more, if you want the truth. We've all played our games with mortals and heathen gods alike. This bout of hers where she insists on playing house verges on insulting to the lot of us."