Sombra laughed at his statement, hard enough to make her shoulders shake a little. He might have been old, but he didn't know the way they did things around here - which meant that he was even less prepared for how she did things.

"I never said I was scared, now did I?" she asked looking over her shoulder at him.

He spoke to placate her, to assuage non-existent terror, and all Sombra did was listen. It was a little heartbreaking to hear someone so clearly special sound so lonely. He felt as free as the wind, but maybe it was all that running he was doing.

Sombra snapped once, mostly to get his attention - curious to see if it would agitate him. Bad idea, antagonizing a dragon, but she'd made a life of bad ideas with very smart execution. Clearly, there was no reason to stop now.

"What? Would that be easier for you?" she began, stirring the pan once more before turning off the pan and moving it off the cooling burner. "If I were scared?"

Facing him again, she tilted her head at him, half-sincere in thoughtfulness.

"You want me to shiver because I can feel how you watch me? Should I be scared because you're hungry and can't figure out if you want to eat me or fuck me?"

She shrugs, smirking a little. Clearly not offended at the idea of either being the truth, she continued.

"I was born and raised in this city, with all of our own breed of magic. Being afraid of you is like being afraid of my neighbors. So what you're a dragon? You still got a heart and brain like the rest of us. And anything that thinks, I can handle."

She looked him over again, the look in her eyes going hungry at the edges. He really was handsome, even if he was a little weird.

"I think if you were gonna kill me you would have. So I'm gonna try and enjoy my evening. You wanna try and enjoy yours?"