Envy savors that expression on France's face, happy that he clearly said the right thing. It's still strange if he thinks about it, that he, Envy, would take pride in his words making someone happy rather than tearing them to shreds...but he's not thinking of that right now. He's busy returning that kiss.

After a lingering moment, he pulls back, smiling and tugging lightly at France's arm.

"Come on, let's keep going."

He wants to get back to the room so he can show affection properly without anyone else around to see.