[ Despite the nerve-singing release, Hei's hunger -- sharp-toothed -- hasn't even begun to subside. Instead it resonates, the exact pitch and color of rain and desert thirst. He sees that matching light in Korra's eyes, and well, there's enough filth brewing in his head that he'd prefer inflicting on her sooner rather than later. Eyes dark, mouth a wry curl, he presses his thumb against a bruise in the hollow of her hip -- hard enough to hurt. Leans in to set his teeth against her pulsepoint. ]

And here I planned to drag you out upside down by your ankles. Mop your hair along the tiles and see what I'd pick up...

[ He'd do it too. But right now he settles for gathering her in tight before he rises, all at once, water splashing and rolling off them. He holds her balanced, her legs dangling, one arm under her and the other around her back. Not so simple to carry someone out of a slippery tub, but Hei has practice, so once he strikes the right balance, it's nothing. His feet track puddles from the mosaic tiles to the bathroom's marble, cool and white in counterpoint to him and Korra. Instead of hauling her to the bedroom, he plunks her down on the vanity next to the sink, the porcelain a hard chill on warm skin. ]