"That's the difference between your kind and me, I know that nothing comes free. You should know above others that even Freedom has a price." She gasped softly when Mal picked her up suddenly. "You do not have to do this, Mal. It is not like I can die of pneumonia." Not that Mal knew what species she was, only that she had not been called in the lottery.
A light blush raised to the surface of her cheeks, that Inara quickly covered with rolling her eyes at his following comments. He was always on the verge of being nice and then ruined it with his mouth.
"I would not let you buy even if you offered me a million euros. And my pricing is not considered based on acts," she sighed. "I work with people on their connection to others, whether allowing them the chance to connect emotionally or pushing master and slaves to understanding."