She gave him a little half-smile before stepping slightly away from him.

"Not exactly."

The stove was turned back on, a close eye on the steak coming back up to temperature. Cooking was easy and had steps. And rules. Everything else about this situation was spiraling a little out of control.

"You're not like anyone I've ever met." she began, setting the steak to cook on a low flame. "But you feel powerful. Dangerous."

Sombra felt her cheeks flush and she ran with it, looking over her shoulder at him and wink.

"It's kinda hot."