His face does that weird, uncomfortable, squiggly look when he clams up at the last remark. His love life is as complicated as the rest of his life, always... He knows he'll marry and have children because — well — he has to... He'll be Fire Lord. But ever the schmaltzy type, of course in his heart already he's decided he only wants his queen to be someone he truly loves and trusts, as well as being a competent leader by his side. He doesn't want a marriage like his parents', loveless and made for power and glory and nothing more. So if he's not taking that route, then... he'd probably do well to go on a few more dates. It makes him wonder, though, a sore, tender spot in his heart now vaguely itching, one he seldom lets himself speak of because it hurts still. But even if he can't handle knowing about some things, like Azula's future, he also can't not ask, even if indirectly...

"Um... Can I ask you; do you— know Mai...?"