"I don't really have a bad side anymore," Zuko told her with a shrug, moving away from the window and following her into the kitchen area of her apartment. It was the truth, whether she understood what he was talking about or not, for he'd stopped being the cruel individual who hunted another human being a while ago. He'd done a lot of not-so-good things in his past, but that wasn't anything to dwell on - especially not now. Musing on this that had already happened and couldn't be changed was becoming a bad habit of his.
He didn't understand the reason for the champagne, but didn't question it. Instead, he unhooked the strap that held his swords on his back and set them on the ground so they were leaning up against one wall, then shrugged his cloak off, laying it across one of the arms of the couch.