[A certain dynamic had risen between Widowmaker and Wanda in regards to whatever this was between them. The sniper wouldn't call it a relationship, but that was because she was incapable of having what was colloquially known as one. Perhaps this was one and she just didn't know it; it had been close to a decade since she was involved with someone other than her husband enough to give gifts and make bold possessive proclamations. It was possible Wanda had expected this to be more of their normal, Widowmaker being heavy handed and harsh in her sexual expression, but not tonight. Widowmaker just wanted to forget, to not think, to free herself for a bit... and to do that she would be putting herself in Wanda's hands.]

You cannot stay the night. You'll have to return to your room afterward. [Her fingers trailed over Wanda's back and then she set the wine glass on the window's sill.] Do not take it personally...

[Widowmaker turned her head down into Wanda's hair.] It's just not safe.