[There it is. Confirmation, as if Zenyatta truly needed it. There is one terrible moment in which Zenyatta finds he must suppress the urge to ask him, at once, all of the one thousand questions he has for the most infamous vigilante in the world- but it passes.]

Ah, excellent! Then I do not suppose I need to explain myself... Soldier: 76, I believe?

[His voice remains warm and even, without so much as a trace of wariness. In truth, it barely exists in the first place. Rumours and reputations are rarely true representations of their subjects.]

My name is Zenyatta. Shall we sit down? [Already he would like to get his hands on the man's neck and shoulders and feel what sort of kinks and knots he has cultivated there.]