"Now, wait just a second here. Did you just imply that folks have had reason t'shoot at me?" Mal feigned indignation before his expression softened and he leaned in to press his lips against hers. "Darlin', if I haven't thrown Jayne off my boat yet, you don't have anythin' to worry about."
Well, he'd come close a time or two to throwing Jayne off, but he didn't see himself getting sick of her and she had a point, she could find all sorts of interesting things for them. He was intrigued at the possibilities.
"I'd rather you come with me too. Wouldn't have offered if I didn't want you along," he assured her, draping an arm across her middle as he eased his body a little closer to hers.