[ Not so amazing, when you consider Hei's background. Sex loses its glamor when it's crafted to get closer to marks, to seal business deals or break them -- and though he's shared a bed with plenty for recreation, in between, it's rarely with anyone he actually respected, let alone liked. His experiences have pushed him beyond any semblance of intimacy and into the walking equivalent of Second Life skins. Body parts on show, but mind shut off like white-noise. Positions and posturing, but no sparkage. He's grateful it's not like that with Korra. She's a warm place to hide, but also, somehow, an embodied grace period. He's always conscious of being on Lover Mode with her, of time melting both slower and faster and more saturated than regular time. Absorbed by stupid little details: the soft brush of her hair, her skin, the conversations and kisses that come from her mouth. ]

[ He finds an unexpected pleasure in gathering her in, in smoothing a palm up her back, in counting her eyelashes. His voice is thoughtful when he says, ]

It doesn't matter. The bending forms from your world ... they're similar to certain martial arts forms in mine. Probably similar to those in others' worlds too. The main thing is finding a teacher with a style that suits you.