"Sokka."
The warrior paused, turning at the sound of her voice. He gazed warily into her golden eyes.
She walked closer toward him, but it was clear after a few moments she wasn't going to follow it up.
"Is there something you need, Azula?" His voice was gentle. It wouldn't do to upset her.
An unsure expression ghosted across the Princess's face, before she squared her bare shoulders and nodded.
In one swift moment she crossed the short gap between them, pulled hard on his shirt and captured his lips with hers.
And then she released him and stalked away.