[ Instantly, Hei spots her through the sea of moving pedestrians and flashing lights. Seeing her get-up, he's amused and endeared in equal parts. (The hoodie was an impulse buy, really. The cherry on the cake as much as a palliative. There was always a risk she'd see the lingerie as an affront -- a presumption -- rather than a brief indulgence. In the past he's gotten more expensive gifts in lieu of payment for professionals. Necklaces, bracelets, raw stones. But that would lead to gross misinterpretation on Korra's part. She's only eighteen, and there needs to be a personal -- quirky -- element in whatever he gives her.) ]
[ Stretching out a crick in his neck, Hei glances over at her and tries not to quirk a too-wide smile, ] Does there need to be a reason? [ Affectionate but also acutely aware of the level of bullshit in his answer. With him, there's always a reason. By now, Korra should know that as well as he does. ]
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[ Stretching out a crick in his neck, Hei glances over at her and tries not to quirk a too-wide smile, ] Does there need to be a reason? [ Affectionate but also acutely aware of the level of bullshit in his answer. With him, there's always a reason. By now, Korra should know that as well as he does. ]