"Really? That's your definition of murder? Goodness."

Discord clears his throat and follows it with another sigh. The action, of course, causes each finger press that Sombra engages to initiate a very annoying sound.

"One of them, oh please," Discord grunts, rolling his paw back to snap his fingers. The cat chirps in surprise, but reappears as a blue tabby, coated in electric blue stripes. It also proceeds to hop into his waiting paw, and so he strokes it idly with the other hand -- an eagle's. "They don't put a leash on me and call it friendship, sweetheart -- or even a paycheck! That's the only difference."

He settles his arms across his chest so the cat can sit between them and meow pathetically over at Sombra.

"You're not happy. Believe me -- I can tell."