Sloth sniffed as she sat up again, empty handed. "This place smells," she said, "like mildew and rot." The smell of blood and burnt hair was kind of offensive, so she turned her attention to Envy. She shrugged in response to his comment. "He deserved it. Not that I care, but it makes it easier to do when they're worthless to start with. It makes me all warm inside." She hugged herself and grinned. She had a feeling that Envy would enjoy himself for a while. With a little hop, she slid off the edge of the table and crawled across the floor to Envy, reaching out to take his cigarette.