Rorie/Garret/Mal
Mal smiled softly, ghosting his thumb over Garret's mouth in a soft caress as a thank you for the compliment. He didn't really care what the color did for his eyes, but it made the pathfinder happy so the suit was well worth it. The tie had already been loosened and the jacket was currently resting over the back of a chair, but he didn't think Garret noticed. Returning the kiss, Mal nodded, willing to wait for Rorie. "We'll see." He didn't want to make any promises until he knew just what was going on.
Watching Rorie at the bar, he managed to avoid rolling his eyes. At least the lad was living up to his blood. He accepted the glass and sipped from it, twitching his nose a bit at the bubbles. "Good evening, Red." Just for the fun of it, Mal gave a wolfish grin as he sipped. "We've talked. Now I'd like to hear your opinion."