"Shhh," Inara urges softly, pressing her fingers to his lips to silence those words, regardless of the order he may or may not ultimately decide to put them in. The look in his eyes, so tender and ardent, makes her panic. He shouldn't --

That is, they -- she -- should have known better than to --

She doesn't have the excuse of the alcohol going to her head. If anything, it's the fact she's missed him and Serenity terribly. Or the confusion and fear she feels in this strange new place. Or--

Or the simple, dangerous fact of her feelings for him.

"Shhh," she urges, pressing another sweet, brief kiss to his lips. (He has a beautiful mouth.) "You don't need to say a word."