She had unnerved him. That was good. In the Facility Zuko kept her in, Azula had focused on nothing but restoring that cold cruel veneer, sure they said her mind had fractured, said she had lost so much and snapped, and sometimes, just sometimes she hurt at the memory of the betrayals.
"You shouldn't trust me of course. I lie as easily as breathing don't I. Azula the monster, You fear me more than Zuko don't you? He's nothing if not predictable, me? I'm the unknown. You should fear me. But this is not our world Avatar. No Fire Nation. No Rebels against my father and I. No annoying Water Peasent anymore. Now its just us and...well I have more to do here than fight you as I'm sure you have. So I offer truce...Aang"
She smirked, he would be utterly wrong footed, would he offer trust or do the smart thing and refuse. Ironicly she meant every word she said. Not to mention he stayed at that Hotel of Petrelli's. And he was a problem she didn't need.