[ He's misstepped; he can feel it in the mercurial shift of Korra's silence. Even on the simple matter of gifts, there's no end to the misconstruals between them. He hadn't meant to insult her; at the same time, her worldview has an idealism he'll never share. Everyone has a price. Everyone can be bought. Even Hei himself. (Sometimes he wonders if he'll ever get anything right with her. She always seems so sincere and straightforward, but both qualities are little more than rumors in his world. Distant ones at that.) Part of him feels glumly weightless, as if he's hovering above this situation, assessing it, smoothly mapping out exits. ]
[ The other half just puts out a hand, brushing a fingertip against her chin. Brief and barely-there, but honest. ]
Another haunted house? [ He doesn't mean it. If she's game for an all-nighter, he has something better in mind. ]
action;
[ The other half just puts out a hand, brushing a fingertip against her chin. Brief and barely-there, but honest. ]
Another haunted house? [ He doesn't mean it. If she's game for an all-nighter, he has something better in mind. ]