[Zenyatta can't help but laugh at that, the thought of hiring a seasoned, world-famous mercenary for the simple purpose of window-dressing. As he leans over the bar he chooses to believe it is solely so that he can hear Gabriel over the music, and not because of the strange, giddy atmosphere of the place has him far more interested in Gabriel and his immaculate tailoring- or, more to the point, the things it does for the body beneath it.]

Then Hanzo is most certainly getting a great deal of value from your wages.

[is that flirting. he probably shouldn't flirt.]

I must admit, you were among the last people I would have expected to see here without some underlying purpose. What do you make of this place, Gabriel?

[Translation: should I worry about Hanzo's decision to manage it, and does it represent a darker streak in his character that he has yet to purge?]