He didn't think she smelled offensive at all (and he didn't really know what constituted smelling like a jungle), but he didn't really want to start anything on the couch anyway. If Jayne walked in, they'd never hear the end of it and he wasn't keen on anyone else happening to walk in, either.
Anyway, he was pretty sure that the odds of being caught were better than not.
He made a noise of agreement as he gathered his wits enough to form coherent words, untangling his hand from her hair. "Right. Suppose I should give you that massage first anyway 'fore you wear me out."