Opium smiled and sighed heavily as his fingers found their way to the god's hair. "Yes," he said, voice deep and smoky, "things do change and they do evolve. That's okay, though..." His thumb grazed over the shape of Tracer's cheekbone, followed a moment later by his lips. "But if it ever hurts too much, you tell me and I'll help you fix it." He may have been just a weak old man, archaic and out of touch with these modern things. But when his family needed him, he could pull himself together and do rather amazing things.