[Suspect. Guess. Assume. Hope. But after that night, there are very few things Korra would say she "knows" about what he feels. Actually hearing the words is a greater relief than she had expected.]

Okay. [Not the most impassioned response, but she's still working through an entire mountain of mixed up feelings.] Then I've got two rules.

[Hei may act like things are eternally complicated, but Korra's determined to keep them as simple as possible.]

One - I will be the one to end things. [Which doesn't mean he can't dump her if he loses interest; only that he can't toss her aside under the claim that it's "for her own good."]

Two - if you cross that line again, it's over. [Not just sexually. It's that fine line between a fight and a beating, a line he's flirted with more than once with his words, his wires, and that weekend, his lips.

It's frightening to say it. Frightening to acknowledge that this might fail, that there may come a point where she will have to quit. Yet at the same time, she finds it... almost relaxing. It's a clearly defined boundary. She doesn't have to be afraid of him, because there is this exit marked, and if she takes it, she's not giving up. She's honoring her own boundaries.]