Inara looked at him in silence. It last for a long time, the seconds seeming like minutes as they ticked by. Mal, looking like a pouting boy with his hair in his eyes, was very disarming. It took a lot to disarm a fully trained companion, but Mal seemed to have the ability,
"Everything but?" Inara let her question hang in the air. "That implies an impropriety, Captain Reynolds," she added, her town low and almost sultry.
She raised her teacup to her lips and took a long sip, her tongue flicking out to lightly mop up the light film of tea on her lips. Inara's gaze rested on Mal where he knelt on the other side of the table.