This was all very strange. Everything since Envy's arrival on the American scene had been just that -- markedly strange, occasionally to the point where he found himself borderline unsettled.
His nasty little smile stayed put for a moment even as it became hollow and without sentiment. While it slowly faded, Envy went unnaturally still. Inhumanly still. When he sat forward and leaned across his desk, it was an abrupt flow of movement. He still far too far away to actually reach out and touch Pride, but much of the distance between them disappeared in an instant. What his actual intentions were... that was always the difficult thing to say when it came to Envy.
He kept his hands to himself, though. There were certain things about him, certain unspoken rules amidst the Sins. Envy never, ever touched Pride. It was just one of those things. He didn't talk about it, and in light of their little games, squabbles and machinations, no one ever really asked. He preferred it that way.
"You ask for me to bite my tongue and sit on my hands. You may as well ask Lust to don a chastity belt, or Gluttony to fast." Leaning forward, his long arms stretched out across Russell's work, there was a wordless flash of frustration which crossed Envy's face.
"Do not tempt. Do not take. That is what you're asking."
Silence, harsh and encompassing, fell over him while he searched the other Sin's face. The situation they were all in was something he mentally poked and prodded at, a consideration which warred against his own sense of pride. Pride, alas, was the member of the family they all found themselves unable to resist falling prey to.
"Very well. Until we're on firmer ground and sure of our footing, I'll curb myself. Is that what you want to hear?"