Maybe less physical violence, but the verbal? Definitely didn't slow down. Korra let out a groan, rolling her eyes to the sky. God, he pissed her off. She wanted to punch him or kiss him or kick him or rip his clothes off.
Any of those options would be okay.
"Fine," she threw her hands up. "Let's stay and have some fun," she said, dropping her ass onto the ground. She figured that was enough to say that she was staying. If Mako didn't like her mood, she would gladly point out that it hadn't been her choice to come. It was his fault.
Which reminded her: Fun. That's what they were supposed to be having. How was she going to do that? With one arm crossed over her middle, she grabbed a stick and started drawing in the sand.