Envy wasn't the person that got told what to do. When that light shined in his eyes and over to Sloth he felt this odd sense of frustration. He grabbed the man's wrist. Envy didn't have Greed's muscles, or Gluttony's weight. He didn't have Lust's persuasion or Pride's arrogance, but he was strong. He was also angry and he cracked the guy's wrist with both hands until he was on his knees writhing in pain. "The lady wants you to leave."
Envy crouched down on the ground where the man cried out and writhed. "Call the cops, get set on fire." He flicked his lighter and singed his hair.