Sombra's really not seeing the downside of fooling around with The Young Lord; he's talented, really into her getting off and just considerate enough to be kind of cute. She smiles into the kiss, slowly trying to back him away from the door - eager to get him on the ropes the same way she just was. Shocker of shocks, he's a damn talented kisser and she finds herself savoring how playful he is before breaking the kiss and nipping him lightly.

"Where's your bed?" she asks breathlessly, reaching to help open his shirt.