"Would you stop grinning at me like that? You look like...a serial murderer. That got away with it," Mal said with irritation, though the corners of his mouth wanted to curl up. Patrick had an infectious smile.
The fact that Patrick hadn't minded being kissed didn't help with the colour that was in Mal's normally sun-weathered complexion. "Well you should have minded. It was a dumb move, even for me. There, I admitted it. Dumb fucking arse move."
He slapped some mayonnaise on some bread and then turkey slices and lettuce. "The fact that you would even want to fuck an old bastard like me is just...ridiculous, it really is," Mal said, his anger at himself mounting.
Realizing that he didn't even like mayonnaise on his sandwich, Mal pushed the food away and ran both hands down his face. "Look, sex makes things complicated between people and if we're to be business partners then ... I mean, how can you..."
Mal shook his head, not really able to finish a sentence. He hadn't been this tongue tied since his first wife accused him of sleeping with the nanny.