[ There's an undeniable shift in South's breathing as Sombra trails those kisses up from her chest to her throat to her lips—slower, not like she's holding it but like she's very, very focused. She still lets out a huff of air when Sombra pulls away, alongside a fleeting roll of her eyes, though. For a moment she's really fucking tempted to just start calling her tease, honestly. ]

Not sure my armour's shiny enough for that. Though I guess that depends on your standards, princess.

[ Look at her, playing along. ]