"Oh yes, I kinda remember," Sloth said. "I think I had the real wrong end of the stick that day. Thought you were someone else. I was pretty..." He made a hand gesture to indicate how out of it he might have been, glancing at Greed. "Um. Have you been out somewhere? Don't wanna get sauce on that nice dress." What did the idiot want from him? To fall down at her feet in awe?