"Do you always have to dress up so nicely?" Ursa teased her fiance, fingers stroking the material of Ozai's pinstripe suit.
He grinned at her, briefcase over his other shoulder, jacket and shirt sleeves down enough to tantalizingly show the bite-mark on the inside of his wrist. "I do have a company to run, darling. Father may want Iroh to inherit his company, but that doesn't mean I have to wallow in decadent luxury."
"You'd find it boring if you did," she purred. "Speaking of which, my dearest business partner, we need to talk about the new import-export laws and duties."
Corporate Ozai
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"Do you always have to dress up so nicely?" Ursa teased her fiance, fingers stroking the material of Ozai's pinstripe suit.
He grinned at her, briefcase over his other shoulder, jacket and shirt sleeves down enough to tantalizingly show the bite-mark on the inside of his wrist. "I do have a company to run, darling. Father may want Iroh to inherit his company, but that doesn't mean I have to wallow in decadent luxury."
"You'd find it boring if you did," she purred. "Speaking of which, my dearest business partner, we need to talk about the new import-export laws and duties."