Even for going out he dresses a bit more appropriate than her. He might push a lot of his fathers rules and buttons, but he's covered. Black slacks, green and pristine white clean sneakers of brand name, and a black button up over a white tank top. The button up might be more then half undone and his green hair might be completely out of order right now, but it was easy attire that helped him blend in. If blending in while being a loud ass was possible.

Then there was Sombra, who would literally kill 20 club goers in one glance in this get-up.

Not that he was complaining. He honestly couldn't take his eyes off her for the moment. "I think you might be the only one comfortable around here, dressed like that." A pause then he added. "Excluding me." He shrugged, coming in now to move to the refrigerator to swipe a plum. "I am pretty comfortable with seeing more of you."

Day off in the night, huh? He wouldn't dream of owning her. At least not in that sense. Owning her in other ways, maybe. He'd had his eye on her for some time now, but honestly, he only looked. Some rules he didn't push too hard.

"Your night off, and you hang around here..., in my way, yes, actually, ...in the kitchen? You can't think of a better place to go, Sombra-chan." He grinned at her as he tacked on the cutsie honorific.