Both he and Sloth didn't have the ability to really hurt Temperance the way they could others, but to have one in his special seat in his own house of torture, was a sweet reward. Envy had done a little number on her male self but he was a lot more pliable than the Temperance he had here. This one gave him much more pleasure when he cracked her bones.
Envy lit the cigarette, the flames flickering off the end, and he blew the smoke in her face. He'd already picked out the perfect spot to brand. He lingered the end of the cigarette over her face, but it was down her arm that he drug that cigarette butt. All the way to the wrist. He liked seeing the flesh melt underneath. Envy was painting on her with the cigarette as he would a brush.