Opium smirked in response, resting his hands on Tracer's legs as he stretched out across him. He seemed just as indulgent as Opium had always been. It was a rather lovely thing.
"There are," he answered. "Just one. Old enough to be special. An old muse I've moved in with me, that's all. And while he makes for very good company, I would rather have your company now..." Opium's fingers trailed along the side of Tracer's foot, up along his arch and over the tips of his toes. Then he did the same to the other foot before letting his fingers trail slowly up along the other god's ankles.