[ She doesn't seem particularly affronted. Hei was expecting at least a little huffiness for imposing his tastes on her. (Korra's a bit of a puzzle that way. Things that ought to mollify her -- jewelry, pretty clothes, extravagance -- offend her instead, and things that ought to offend her -- silence, indifference, roughness -- she takes for granted. He wonders how she organizes that mind of hers.) He catches the look that passes between Korra and the PYT. Chalks it up as a catty woman thing, and focuses on Korra's remark instead. ]
Dancing's on the agenda. [ And wherever else the mood takes them later. His smile, though small, in gentle as he adds, ] Don't blame me if you feel out of place. [ All the girls here are glammed-up to the nines. While Hei doesn't particularly care what she wears -- covered in blood, smeared in dirt, she's always Korra for him -- Korra might end up feeling differently. ]
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Dancing's on the agenda. [ And wherever else the mood takes them later. His smile, though small, in gentle as he adds, ] Don't blame me if you feel out of place. [ All the girls here are glammed-up to the nines. While Hei doesn't particularly care what she wears -- covered in blood, smeared in dirt, she's always Korra for him -- Korra might end up feeling differently. ]