"Oh? Why don't you take a guess then?" the faker urged, amused by Envy's spot-on analysis.
"Hm…" Envy pondered for a moment, scrutinizing the faker from head to toe. Her gaze shifted with a hint of disdain and mockery, visibly agitating the faker.
"Oi! Why are you looking at me like that!?" the faker demanded in a threatening tone.
Envy replied with a sly smile, "Oh, it's nothing. It just dawned on me who you really are. Judging from your clothes and how you dress, that golden hue as if afraid that people looking at you wouldn't notice that you are wealthy, and this uncouth and uncivilized manner, just like a back-alley hooligan. Yet, you persist in maintaining the pitiful attempt at keeping the decorum of a rich aristocrat while pretending that you are always in control of the situation."