[ He watches Genji’s expression run through a gamut of emotions- most of them somehow embarrassed, and McCree guesses it must be odd to be laid bare like this after hiding behind that mask for so long- before settling into that small little smile. It’s a nice smile, he thinks, and he’d really like to see more of it. ]

Ain’t flattery if it’s true, is it?

[ The smile on his own face shifts into something more like a smirk, though far more subdued than his usual. Now that he can see Genji’s face, his first impulse is to lean in for a kiss, but he’s not so stupid as to forget that this wasn’t something Genji did lightly. He wants to make sure he doesn’t do anything the other man wouldn’t want him to. He is a gentleman, after all.

He lifts the brim of his ever-present hat with a finger, and says, ] I reckon I oughta make good on that kiss I promised. If that’s all right with you.