Dean should have known this was gonna happen, having been at her place before. He followed the graceful woman into her living room and saw the cushions and low tables. He moved, taking his jacket off and lowered down, crossing his legs and resting his hands upon his legs.
As she poured the tea, the jasmine drifting around him, Dean half wished it was something stronger. Like Johnny Walker Blue. And he was so not a tea drinker. Green eyes looked at the cup before slowly raising to Inara.
"Really? And what am I hear for." Besides maybe the obvious.