Once, Mal might have treaded a bit more carefully...maybe not with tact, but perhaps with a little discretion for her benefit. Those times, however, were gone. Discretion, tact...dancing around her meant distance, and he was done with that. She hadn't chosen to follow her own heart yet...but he could wait.
Didn't mean he was going to make it easy for her, though.
Lifting his plate, he picked up his fork and faced her pointedly, taking a bite of his food with a smug smile, telling her without words that he knew she was the one who had set it aside for him.
"Y'know? Funny that...second leg of the job'll take us into some real nice territory." he replied after swallowing his bite. "Familiar...least I'd think so. So don't ya fret...we'll be on Sihnon 'fore ya can spit." He paused, taking another smug bite of his food.
"Not that you would or nothin'..." he added brightly.
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Date: 2007-01-29 04:56 pm (UTC)Didn't mean he was going to make it easy for her, though.
Lifting his plate, he picked up his fork and faced her pointedly, taking a bite of his food with a smug smile, telling her without words that he knew she was the one who had set it aside for him.
"Y'know? Funny that...second leg of the job'll take us into some real nice territory." he replied after swallowing his bite. "Familiar...least I'd think so. So don't ya fret...we'll be on Sihnon 'fore ya can spit." He paused, taking another smug bite of his food.
"Not that you would or nothin'..." he added brightly.