When Inara's lips part to let him in, he kisses her heatedly- passionately, like a lover, where before he'd been soft, careful. In truth, he probably tastes a little bit like the bourbon that was so recently on his tongue, though he's not even remotely close to inebriated- there's no haze of alcohol to dull the experience.

After a long moment he pulls away just a fraction, feeling like he needs to say something, to express somehow his feelings. "Inara--" He begins, breathlessly, though as it turns out he's at a loss for words- or rather he has too many words, and no idea what order to put them in.