"I have a drink," he points out, lifting his own glass -- clear, and sparkling -- before lifting the hookah's hose and taking a contemplative draw.

It is somewhat amusing, his blob-dragon watching as the smoke issues from his nose, almost dragon-like himself, before it attempts to snag the puffs of smoke with a tiny claw. It seems to have a mischievous side quite unlike Hanzo's own demeanor, and Genji will have noticed the creature rifling through his things while they were both asleep, or getting into places it shouldn't.

Perhaps more like what Hanzo might have been like, if all that hadn't been studiously trained out of him, long ago.