[Hopefully the bot will be fine with it. But hope doesn't always carry one through and the bot merely shrieks Kiss better! Mal blearily figures it didn't appreciate his woodenness. Fine. He'll kiss better.
He even brings a hand up to draw Aidan's face closer to his. It's actually more to steady himself... standing is hard when you're this drunk. Mal mashes his lips against Aidan's and makes sure the kiss is long enough for the fucking bot. He waits for the damned confetti. he also feels the bot deserves a punch... or a kick. Something to vent his frustration.