Inara has the urge, cruel though it might be, to simply rise from her seat, thank him for the drink and slink off back to her shuttle to figure out what in the seven hells possessed her to kiss him back.

But then he smiles, and touches her, and she's lost again.

"I don't know what either of us could say that wouldn't be." She lets her eyes fall shut again at his touch. Her heart is just pounding -- she feels deeply ambivalent, torn between gladness and fear.