Not expecting to actually feel the tip of Junkrat's finger make purchase, a small jolt runs through all forty of Roadhog's stones. Wasn't often his face got touched by anybody else, and for that he glares at the other, slowly bringing a hand up underneath Junkrat's chin.

"Never was a mule."

Very lightly he squishes Junkrat's cheeks between a thumb and a forefinger, leans forward just a bit, and makes an especially piggish snort.

Roadhog.