"Wouldn't dream of it, love." He gives her a lopsided smirk and a wink. He would especially make it hard on her, just to see her best. After all, a journey isn't about the destination - it's the adventure. He probably wouldn't even try to kill her, just to make the chase last.

"Nah," he answers, honestly and flatly, before taking a sip of his drink. "Not my place ta tell someone else's story. Fer what it's worth..."

He trails off, trying to remember his conversation with Widowmaker some time ago.

"Are ya sure Overwatch would've been best for ya?" He quickly holds up a hand defensively. "I'm not meanin' ta question yer judgment but from what I understand, anyone in Overwatch ended up with plenty of blood on their hands. Or, rather I should say, oil. And from what I saw, it looks like yer a bleedin' heart fer the damned things."