"Oh?" Discord asks, snapping his fingers again. This time, the sound stops, but her finger sticks to the proverbial keys so she is forced to halt. His finger twirls, presumably weaving the spell to keep it casting so that she's forced to focus on him.

"How do you figure?"

The cat, for its part, stays curled against Discord's fur, but keeps all of its focus on Sombra's swinging braid of hair.