[Hanzo is perfectly happy pretending his tears are from his laughter, but they continue even after his laughter subsides. He takes a breath and wipes at his eyes with his forearm, leaving wet marks on the sleeves of his robe.]

Clearly. You have hardly been here for long and already you manage to be surrounded by them.

[In his youth he never quite felt jealous in the way others might think. He's discovered in his adulthood that he has more a preference for men than women, but in general doesn't date either as a rule.]

I suppose you can continue to to charm then. Maybe when we get old and gray I can take that title.

[Hanzo lets himself sniffle, trying to hide the sound by clearing his throat immediately after.]