[ His response forces her gaze upward, eyebrows raising at him as she watches him obediently shuffle about. What a strange thing to offer to do. That followed by his peculiar behavior leaves her feeling uncertain as she reaches over to take the glass from him, cradling it with both hands-- she didn't enjoy the flavor enough to inhale it immediately. ]

Why would you want to do a thing like that? Unless, of course, your current lack of a doofy idiot means you're trying to claim a different one. Again.

[ Weren't they friends? Or was he just so eager to please that he'd say anything to convince her to be friends with him? Either way, she quickly adds: ]

And don't call me ma'am. If you insist, princess or your highness will do.

[ Azula shakes her head at him before finally bringing the glass up to her lips, peering at him over it as she takes her first sip. ]