Zuko raised his dao to show her how to place herself into a starting stance for a formalized duel, but quickly lost composer and let his limps fall limp at his side, the tip of his sword touching the ground. There was tension between them and it was distracting him. It had been for a while now. Since he kissed her that day in the park, having Mikaela break up with him, realizing that he actually felt something for her beyond hormonal responses, his capture, and her coming to his rescue. There was something unspoken between them and it was driving him nuts.
"Okay," he said, moving to the table to set the sword down upon it. He put both palms flat upon the table-top just below the blade. "I'm..."
He didn't know how to properly word this. The prince sighed heavily, turning around to face her.
"...distracted. By..." He gestured between the two of them. "...whatever this is between us. If there is something. At least, I thought there was something, but I could be wrong. I was before. And if I am, please just go ahead and stab me with that--" He pointed at the sword, his right cheek a shade of red that nearly matched the scar on his left. "--'cause I've obviously just made a fool out of myself. Which I tend to do. It's a habit. This. Not the thinking girls like me or anything! Just the rambling. I'm not good at speeches, but this isn't a speech. I don't know what this is. ...I'm going to stop talking now."
He swallowed and suddenly became interested with a smudge on his blade, bending over the table to pick at it.