"I've been told I got one of those faces-- and welcome, by the way." He adds, referring to Faith's newness. This is before he gets accosted by Inara, and is therefore distracted.

"It's a fine song. It has many good song-like qualities." Mal looks ineffectually at the punch cup in his hand, without actually drinking any-- he's far too stunned by Inara's behavior. Seriously, in all the months he's known her, never has he seen her like this. Not that's a bad thing, just different. And strange. And a little hilarious.

When the shawl goes around his shoulders, he's a bit too catatonic with surprise to really resist, laughing as he follows. "Oh, now Inara, you know I'm not much of a dancer, 'less I happen to know the steps-- which I'm fairly certain I don't, to this one-- Not covering this would also be shiny." He calls, over his shoulder to Faith, because blackmail is all excellent when he's not actively in the photographic evidence.