[ A smile tugs at one side of Hei's mouth. But he keeps a perfectly straight face, ignoring the lovely heat wafting off her as she leans in close, her scent like crushed grass and highland seaside air, carrying as if on a breeze. ]
Maybe it's so I have a chance to actually win at arm-wrestling.
[ His voice is matter of fact, but somehow conveys in even its most bland and ordinary tone a touch of innuendo. He breaks his gaze only when the waiter arrives, bearing a lacquered tray with a glossy red bottle -- one of those ridiculously enormous ones, bigger than a magnum -- and two golden cups. When the tray is set before him and Korra, Hei can see the dead cobras floating around in the bottle. ]
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Maybe it's so I have a chance to actually win at arm-wrestling.
[ His voice is matter of fact, but somehow conveys in even its most bland and ordinary tone a touch of innuendo. He breaks his gaze only when the waiter arrives, bearing a lacquered tray with a glossy red bottle -- one of those ridiculously enormous ones, bigger than a magnum -- and two golden cups. When the tray is set before him and Korra, Hei can see the dead cobras floating around in the bottle. ]
[ Dryly, without looking at Korra, ]
At least it's not bug-fungus?