Jayne was not, by nature, a complicated man. He had basic needs; food, sex, sleep, shooting stuff, and he rarely begrudged himself these things.
And right now, he had a right powerful need no matter how much cold water he ran in this shower.
Resting one arm against the wall, he wondered for a second if it could be reasoned with. Thought away or something. The problem is seeing a woman in his shirt had always been a sort of turn on for him, and no reason why River would be any different.
He always did admire a woman who could shoot as good as he could.
Groaning to himself, he saw nothing else for it. Reasoning with problems wasn't his strong suit anyway.