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

Iroh could have been carrying Aryn into the clouds and she doubted she'd have noticed, she was too lost in his warm embrace. Her hesitance was burning away more and more each moment and just as she was contemplating how it might feel to have his lips upon her own, he released her.

She tried unsuccessfully to keep the hurt from her face. Why had he stopped? Was she not good enough for him? The alcohol made it easy to forget entirely that just a few moments ago she may have been giving him the wrong signals. Iroh was a true gentleman; he'd seen through her inebriation to the innocence behind and yet all Aryn could think was how badly she might have screwed up. There were many other women here who seemed more-than-willing, she'd seen it in the way they rubbed up on their men and led them away into the brush. Aryn doubted Iroh would have let go of those much braver wolves.

He returned to his tea and she found herself desperately missing his attention. Aryn rolled into him and onto her back against his plushy fur, gazing up into his eyes from beside his drink. "Are you going to show me more?" She asked, doing her best to emulate the other girls' seductive tones.