"Hey," she says. "When's good for you to meet up and work on this thing?"
"You've already taken more of my time than I want you to have," he says, and shuts the door.
The reporter spots him coming around the corner of the row of houses. "Dao!" he calls, like Dao is his old friend who has inconveniently managed to miss this visit he would surely wish to receive. "Dao, just a few minutes, please." He jogs to catch up.
Dao finds a public park, and sits down on a bench, and gets a knife and a block of wood out of his bag, and starts carving.
The reporter watches him do this for a while, then says, "I'd just like to talk to you for a few minutes about your relationship with the Avatar, Dao."
"You spent two hours knocking on my door after I closed it in your face, I think that's actually a really good reason to be unfriendly," Dao points out.
"You could've gotten rid of me in five minutes," the reporter says. "What're you hiding? Did Avatar Beila ask you to keep the relationship a secret? Is she ashamed of you?"
Dao looks up from his carving.
"Okay!" he says. "I have a serious question for you! What is actually wrong with you as a person?"
"Just doing my job, Dao," says the reporter. "How long have you known the Avatar? Were you and she together before she was named, or only since?"
"I am just gonna stay here and carve this lizard crow," says Dao, returning his attention to his block of wood, "and if you want to stand there and ask me stupid questions while I do it, then I guess I can't stop you."
"Why hasn't Avatar Beila mentioned you in any of her interviews?"
"I'm just an extension of the curiosity of Republic City," says the reporter. "Come on, talk to me, I'll get out of your hair."
"I can be patient. Sources say you gave her a birthday gift. When you picked it out, did you already suspect that she'd also be celebrating being named Avatar?"