Uncle Iroh reminds me of my Nonno (grandfather): smooth with the ladies, full of wisdom and a little (read: a lot) crazy.
The Honour of a Narrow Waist and Gentle Weight
There is honour in humbling yourself to defeat, he has told his nephew this. But better than honour is the narrow waist and gentle weight of a beautiful woman — despite her temporary paralysis.
'Uncle? I didn't see you get hit with the tongue.'
Iroh subtly hitched the bounty hunter a little higher onto his chest even as he cracked an eye open to peer at his nephew. 'Shhhh,' he advised, pressing a very un-paralysed finger to his lips.
Ahhh, the sweet, lordly scent of perfume — as it sloshed and dribbled towards them — soaked the lovely Jun where she lay.
'May I just say, you smell as sweet as water lily in bloom?' he whispered to the scowling woman in his arms.