Taylor responds to 'you got me on this homie' in brows and lips with a variant of 'course I do' with a slight tip of his head, one shouldered shrug, and crooked smile. Just because company and comfort is on offer doesn't mean it's wanted. And then? That strange neutral gloom falls away to a more familiar, dare he go so far to say as puppy dogish, wide eye'd confusion.

Oh good, an expression he recognizes. "It was pretty fun. Azucar is a sweet dancer." He's never gonna get tired of that, Sombra. You did this to yourself. "But-"

And he holds up a finger and causes the tequila in hand to slosh a bit as he works his way closer. "Woulda been more fun with you. But, again, not your scene. So we have this brilliant idea to have a private party with, well. You."

By the time he finishes he's not entirely in Locus' space, but just enough to set down the tequila and set something small and light just above his ear at his temple and tap it. Boom. Holographic flower crown. "...Ok, you're right. He looks great in lilies."