(he bristles when she steps closer, a hair's width from being in his space. there is something...sultry in her tone and even if he could feign ignorance oda is readily betrayed by the resurging flush of his cheeks. he blinks, processing the implications of what sombra is saying.
he needs more time.)
I...will assist after my rounds. You could make use of the bath in the meantime...?
(it is all too clumsy but sombra has thrown him off.)
no subject
he needs more time.)
I...will assist after my rounds. You could make use of the bath in the meantime...?
(it is all too clumsy but sombra has thrown him off.)