The dark skinned captain watched as the Fire Nation Princess flowed towards him, ascending his boats worn gangplank with an ease that defied the churning turbulence of the water and the unsteady shaking of the plank. Her robes were full, bright and red- made from the finest silks and coated with the glowing gold outlines of dragons and flame. She passed him without sparing a glance, and yet somehow stared right at him.
As he twisted his neck, refusing to move from his position, he saw her seamlessly shrug off the overbearing gown of diplomacy revealing the slim and jagged combat suit that seemed to far better suit her. She left the regal dress lying on the floor- a garment likely worth more than the ship she was standing on. Ignoring the slight and the pause the captain uttered his greeting with a tone of the highest regard. "Welcome to my ship Princess Azula."
Azula answered as if half talking to herself. "Certainly was nice of Zuko to send this ship to escort me. No one ever gives him credit, but he really does have a knack for humour you know."
At this the captain turned and discovered that the princess had moved closer as well, he found himself inches away from the fire bender. "My ship is not a joke Azula."
"Of course not, it's a very nice boat. You should be proud." She was close enough to pat his head- the action was implied. Sokka would have likely broken her hand if she had actually tried- Azula would have likely won had he started. As it was Azula just gave a smirk and curled away to retire to her quarters, Sokka was more than happy to let her.