For his part, he looks a bit put out. Almost on cue, the cat hops from Sombra's shoulders and settles a few feet away, like its been betrayed. Discords mismatched arms fold across his chest as he gets to his feet again.

"De lo contrario, I don't play any part, you see. Sure, there's rules, if you want to call them that -- but not really," he replies, clapping his hands so all the animals disappear save for the cat that had taken a liking to Sombra.

"For example, the technical rule you're meant to be following is...?" he presents his lion paw to her, wiggling each claw individually, like he's handing her freedom on a platter. "Come on now, how badly do you really want to get in there?"