Yes, he remembered what happened with the crossbow. The bad aim, the lashback, how she'd been unprepared for it all and how he'd failed to give her proper warning. The argument. The light touches. The kissing.
Zuko's cheeks pinked a bit at that thought and he raised a hand, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly for a second or two. "Well...we'll make sure to pay closer attention to detail this time."
Very articulate, Zu Zu.
Once he had both feet planted on the concrete floor of the basement, he undid the ties that held the sheath to his back and set it upon the table. Withdrawing both of his dao from their coverings, he held one out to Katara. He was a bit hesitant to do so at first, for he was unsure whether or not she'd understand the full meaning of him letting her use of his swords for this lesson; one of the swords that had come with him from the Fire Nation. A remnant of home.