"I see. Well, since you're my host - isn't it your job to show me?"

She can see him consider something, his casual tone well and truly in effect. It's probably some rule of his father's or some social taboo over here. However, the hacker knows if you pay attention, most folks give themselves away.

And damn does Genji Shimada give himself away.

Hungers apparently run close in the Shimada men, judging from the way he bites into that poor plum. His gaze doesn't leave her legs as he eats and when he licks at the core of the fruit, Sombra is very glad that she isn't standing. If it weren't for his focus, she'd say it was intentional attempt to make her knees buckle.

She meets his eye when he remembers to look at her face, smiling slyly as she uncrosses her legs with deliberate slowness.

"Do all the boys in Japan flirt from four feet away, or is it just you?"

Sombra can't help but laugh as she teases him. The propriety is cute and far too gentle for her sensibilities, so she beckons him over with a finger.

"If you're gonna keep running your mouth," she points to the tile in front of her and winks. "Come over here and do it right, Genji~."