Ah, yes, procreation is something of a wildcard in the mix... but this is hardly the time for philosophising, and Zenyatta willingly silences whatever counter-argument might have been queued to run in his synth. Far better to focus on the way she moves against him, dangerously nimble as she navigates his body with every inch of her own.

"A thief," he muses aloud. "I have never heard that one before. I prefer to think of myself as open-minded."

And he is. Must be, if he is letting Sombra draw those clever nails along the back of his head, tracing the seams of plating and wires beneath. Even if she did not in all likelihood know his model by heart, she could still rip them out as she saw fit and disable him.

But that is part of the fun, isn't it? The risk? It's why he simply nods to her question and, as she pierces the veil of his consciousness, waves away every last warning that flashes up in his HUD.

Ready or not, here she comes.