[ Reliable. Predictable. He's so far beyond that nacreous spectrum of Nice Boy. In a way the clean deft naivety with which Korra accepts this fling is shocking. She knows he's dangerous. Knows he's cruel. Yet here she is, smiling at him, agreeing to drop by for cooking lessons. He's not sure if he should exploit that willingness further, or be grateful for the almost-trust, which even those he'd worked with for years wouldn't extend to him, but which she does so (seemingly) easily. ]
[ Granted, she's guarded with him -- but she'd be insane not to be. It's enough that she treats him as something resembling a person, not a ticking time-bomb. (Of course that won't last if she ever delves deeper into his history. That'll put an end to any late-night sneaking out. No more sex. No more snark. Nothing at all.) ]
[ Hei keeps the thoughts off his face. Smiles at her, as close to that brand of sincere as he's capable of getting, and switches the device off. ]
Private
[ Granted, she's guarded with him -- but she'd be insane not to be. It's enough that she treats him as something resembling a person, not a ticking time-bomb. (Of course that won't last if she ever delves deeper into his history. That'll put an end to any late-night sneaking out. No more sex. No more snark. Nothing at all.) ]
[ Hei keeps the thoughts off his face. Smiles at her, as close to that brand of sincere as he's capable of getting, and switches the device off. ]