[ He catches the wavering edge of hurt in her tone. Nothing in his expression changes, not outwardly. But the way he looks at her does -- quieter, more careful. There is no good way to say that Korra's male body doesn't turn him on. Hei wishes he was comfortable enough in his own skin, experimental enough -- affectionate enough -- to ignore the packaging, to have a playful romp with the brightly-colored essence it houses. ]
[ Except his background, his experiences, have ensured that he defines himself by the women in his life. Protecting them, hating them, loving them, alternately understanding or being flabbergasted by them. Men his age and older are competitors more than anything else. He's done his share of shirtlifting, sure. But most has been on assignments. A calculated goal, not recreation. Even during the latter moments -- the two dozen or so he's had -- he was always wary, no matter how affable the other guy was. There was pleasure in the roughness, the foregoing of niceties a woman expected. But afterward he always slept alone. ]
[ He doesn't know what to say. He isn't the go-to guy for emotional analysis anyway. After a beat, he manages, ]
I don't touch dicks unless I'm paid to.
[ The dry tone slides uneasily into the room, not quite fitting. (If it implies something about his past -- well, it is what it is.) ]
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[ Except his background, his experiences, have ensured that he defines himself by the women in his life. Protecting them, hating them, loving them, alternately understanding or being flabbergasted by them. Men his age and older are competitors more than anything else. He's done his share of shirtlifting, sure. But most has been on assignments. A calculated goal, not recreation. Even during the latter moments -- the two dozen or so he's had -- he was always wary, no matter how affable the other guy was. There was pleasure in the roughness, the foregoing of niceties a woman expected. But afterward he always slept alone. ]
[ He doesn't know what to say. He isn't the go-to guy for emotional analysis anyway. After a beat, he manages, ]
I don't touch dicks unless I'm paid to.
[ The dry tone slides uneasily into the room, not quite fitting. (If it implies something about his past -- well, it is what it is.) ]