[Zenyatta's weight is negligible for an augmented human, but with the tension in Genji's arms promising a lift before the ninja has even secured his arms around him his anti-grav automatically does the work for him; he may not need the help but it takes whatever whisper of strain might have weighed them down and renders the movement fluid, graceful. His toes point beneath the hem of his skirt as it swirls about his ankles.

The moment he touches down once more, still on his tips, he laughs delightedly.]

He does! And you must show me this "fisherman's dance"- it sounds fascinating!

[Some of the partnerships around them are splitting, interweaving. Already another flower is heading towards them, eyes on Genji, hands outstretched- but Zenyatta turns him at the last moment, doggedly determined to hang on.]

[airily] He does not like to show off as you do.