[The warmth of his laugh, if not its amusement, lingers about Zenyatta, soft and loose as a cloak; he meets the uncertainty in 76's voice with a small nod, leaning ever so slightly closer across the table. The ball of his hand cradles his chin with a quiet little clink of chrome on chrome.]

I did not expect it to be anything but- and I promise you, my friend, you will certainly not bore me.

[Whether it's the honest truth on 76's part or an excuse to keep him at a distance- Zenyatta suspects the answer lies somewhere between- he does not push for more. Instead, he glances down to his own drink, touching the rim with a fingertip.]

What would you like to know?