With that finished, the thumb stilled upon Sombra's ankle as some of Amélie's weight shifted toward it when she leaned back just enough to tilt her head back and turn so she could catch the other woman's eyes.

"Are you so sure you do?" There was a faint warning in her tone, just enough to remind Sombra that despite Amélie's apathy and willingness to let Sombra get away with most of her antics, the hacker wasn't immune to her fangs. She was simply lucky it didn't take a lot to assuage her. She could only hope Sombra would be more mindful of her words should Gérard come up again.

"Perhaps I will ask for you to tend to my hair." A pause and a wrinkling of her nose. "Just none of those tiny braids along the side. They would look ridiculous on me." And she theorized they would hurt given how tight they would need to be in her fine hair.