Although you feel slightly judged for wearing them now, you withdraw from one of your many cargo short pockets a crumpled eleven dollar bill. Trying to smooth it out, you offer it to Envy, hoping that you can buy their silence on your lack of fashion sense. Hopefully the other sins haven't noticed yet what they clearly have.

Envy slaps the bill out of your hand, scoffing at such a tactless display. They turn to leave.

Clearly it wasn't your money that would have bought their silence.