[Korra doesn't know what she wants, in much the same way that someone who is too hungry can only want "food," but nothing more specific. (He's doing everything right, everything courteous, but there is dim, dim spark of resentment that he's asking her to think at all.) She doesn't know how to answer.
She leans up to kiss him again, because kissing is easy, and grinds her hips against him. He can read whatever answer in that he wants.]
⊕ march 15th, late evening
She leans up to kiss him again, because kissing is easy, and grinds her hips against him. He can read whatever answer in that he wants.]