you know that i'd make her say [iryn]

He couldn’t help but grin as she accepted his offering of the alcohol. Iroh didn’t pour quite as much into her bowl as he had his own, the intention to get her more drunk was not there. The young man lapped lightly at the drink, feeling its temperature warmth mix with that of the brew’s burn. He almost choked out a laugh as she denied his assumption three ways. Two no’s and the assurance that whoever her father was would kill whoever the boyfriend was. And then her. Good things he had little intention (at that moment) to ever meet the dainty woman’s parents.

”I’d protect you from him,” Iroh committed himself boldly as he lifted his muzzle from the tea to catch her vibrant violet gaze in silent promise. Little Aryn asked about his own problem with beating off girls. Iroh grinned but remained silent for a moment as he shifted slightly, craning his neck slightly so that he could groom the silver hair down her neck while he spoke. ”Well, I didn’t hit you with it, did I?” Iroh retorted with a chuckle as he daringly aimed to nibble gently at the delicate skin below her ear.