[ Cruel as it sounds, hunger -- or the threat of it -- has been the best aphrodisiac in Hei's case. Whatever the Syndicate could withhold from him, in the early days, to break him into mute compliance. You didn't care whose head you were screwing with, what body you were fucking, which life you were despoiling, when all you could think about was your next meal. He still remembers it; the pretence of being the passive slave of higher authority -- the despicable, shriveling lapse of autonomy, an act of literal prostitution. ]
[ Shaking it off, he offers Korra a half-smile. Threads his fingers with hers, and guides her into the kitchen, as if the house is his, instead of the other way around. Setting the heavy tray on the table, he brings his chair close beside hers, apparently ready to watch her stuff her face. ]
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[ Shaking it off, he offers Korra a half-smile. Threads his fingers with hers, and guides her into the kitchen, as if the house is his, instead of the other way around. Setting the heavy tray on the table, he brings his chair close beside hers, apparently ready to watch her stuff her face. ]