Unfazed by the sudden acceleration-- he had, after all, survived the Gate between worlds-- Envy merely made a light sound of amusement at that warning. He was the type of creature that hated to be told what it could and couldn't do. Too many lifetimes of being mama's little fucking errand boy. And he was petty enough that small rebellions pleased him. His grip tightened almost unnoticeably on the Corinthian's shades. But, after a moment, the urge to defy passed, and the homunculus merely slid those sunglasses into the wild tangles of his hair.

As a matter of principle, Envy didn't confess to liking anything. It was the sort of disdainful dislike that was bred from centuries of craving things and rarely getting them. It had started as a hate for his father, a denied desire to be wanted, that spread to anything he even began to think about possessing. But, alcohol was a mild vice he'd indulged in before, and by nature, Envy wasn't the sort to waste any sort of gift.

He twisted in his seat, reaching until his hand closed around the cool glassiness of a bottle. Stolichnaya. He'd never heard of it. But then again, he wasn't nearly as versed in drink as say, his brother Greed or even Lust. Effortlessly, he popped the bottle open, settling back into the passenger's seat.

In an mocking toast, Envy tipped the bottle slightly at his companion before drinking, his wide mouth forming the sardonic words: "To nightmares in pairs."