She knows him entirely too well, because no he wouldn't have been. He pushes off the wall himself, leading the way out of the ballroom and down the hall towards the specialty rooms. Envy passes right by the music room, and doesn't even look at the arcade with all the gaming noises seeping out into the hall. No, he turns and pushes open the door labeled "Spa", grinning over his shoulder at her and gesturing at the inside of it.

"I found this. And there's even swimsuits to borrow."

And you know what swimsuits are? Not a fancy prom dress!