As he stretched out in front of her, Sombra moved a little more to be closer. He seemed shy or at least overly proper and she was beginning to run out of ways to signal that she very much wanted to be bothered by him. Her eyes flicked over him, the muscles in his forearms and the broadness of his shoulders. Even relaxed as he was, Genji looked powerful and her mind began to drift to how he would feel pressed against her and she tried not to shiver at the memory of him nuzzling at her neck.

His gratitude only made her disposition brighter and she flashed a bright smile at him. As the local bruja, Sombra had gotten used to exchanges and deals, quid pro quo and the like. Helping someone for the sheer sake of helping felt nice, for a change.

“You make it easy to be nice. Besides, I invited you in - what kind of host would I be if I didn’t try to make you as comfortable as possible.”

Now that he genuinely seemed better, Sombra was having difficulty maintaining proper manners. Maybe he was feeling it too, with that pivot from food to his observation. Almost immediately her smile went a little lopsided. Of course he liked the look of her in something that was his.

“It’s no trouble. I figured you’d want something when you woke up.”