[Maybe so, but he pulls it off like a seasoned Casanova. One moment Zenyatta is upright; the next he half-expects an orchestra to swell around them as he is leaned back like Thespion in a Hollywood romance. The lights of his array flicker back up into Hal's face, as close to flustering as he can hope to express.]
O-oh! [His voice flutters for a moment, too, before he laughs.] Then perhaps it is for the best that they remain on, Hal. You are deadly enough without the handicap.
[It's obvious he's joking- but that doesn't stop him from clinging a little more closely after he's righted again, almost body to body until they part for the next step.]
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O-oh! [His voice flutters for a moment, too, before he laughs.] Then perhaps it is for the best that they remain on, Hal. You are deadly enough without the handicap.
[It's obvious he's joking- but that doesn't stop him from clinging a little more closely after he's righted again, almost body to body until they part for the next step.]