Tarrlok: Oh Little Korra, dear. Our future wife.
Tarrlok: So precious.
Tarrlok: You’ve enjoyed sitting in your chair?
Tarrlok: What would you like to do now?
Tarrlok: “Go to bed.”
Noatak: No
Noatak: She wants to dance.
Tarrlok: Dearest brother I really think Lilttle Korra would rather go to bed!