I strive to be that way. I may be evil. *looks concerned*

(I will check her out. Tomorrow, when I am not kind of losing my grip on the ability to form coherent sentences. But I will definitely check her out.)

"Ozai?"

"Mm?"

"What are you doing?"

Ozai lifted her head to look at the Water Tribe Chief, her hands stilling on his pants-laces. "I think it's reasonably obvious."

Hakoda closed his eyes briefly. Okay. Waking up with someone undoing his pants, not a bad way to wake up. He usually enjoyed it, in fact. It was just usually Bato and not the shape-changed no-longer-Firelord doing it. "Why are you trying to get my pants off?"

"I've never had sex as a woman," she said simply, then turned her attention back to his pants.

"No! Absolutely not!" Hakoda jerked upright to pull her hands away-

Well, he tried to. Except the stout ropes tying him to the bed didn't let him do much more than lift his shoulders from the mattress.

"Honestly," Ozai said softly as she finally got his pants unlaced, "What sort of amateur do you take me for?"