No one wanted Envy. Literally no one, except Sloth. If he could show outward excitement he still would have looked like he had just been shot in the head. He grabbed her face (but it wasn't with any sort of kindness, Envy was rough, he didn't know how to be soft). He tugged on her bottom lip with his teeth before swallowing her mouth. She still felt ridiculously small in his hands. Whatever fire he'd lit earlier in the parking lot hopefully hadn't burned out. Maybe missing Sloth had been a lie. He did want to devour her.