‘Only for my wife.’ Conveniently forgetting inappropriate thoughts for his secretary.
‘Envy?’
Well, there had been his neighbour’s car.
’Slothfulness?’
‘I wish, ‘that’s a luxury I never had’
Greed?’
'Not really unless you count chocolates,'
Peter looked at him. ‘That comes under Gluttony and I already marked you down as a five for that one,’
‘Pride?’
‘Three? My promotion, first house, son. Oh, and getting here, not the other place.’
Peter chuckled, plucking a pearl from the gate, ‘You’re in the new development. No 3575 Elysian Fields.’