[Mal hesitates at first, if only because he knows he's been caught red-handed and he's surprised at her playing along with his little fib. But maybe that's what he needed. Maybe that's what she needed too. He wasn't going to argue just yet, even if he was teetering over the edge of looking for a fight.
One step and he slowly sank down to the mattress, resting one knee sideways up on the mattress and leaving the other foot touching the ground. Halfway closer to her and halfway looking for an excuse to back out. His position was symbolic of every interaction he had with Inara, really.]
Head's busy thinkin' too much when it should be sleepin'. Even thinkin' in my sleep, which ain't right... and it ain't hardly fair either. Can't really control the thinkin' when you're sleepin'.