[She opens her mouth to protest, to tell him she was in no way attempting any sort of womanly wiles on him, but then.... She looks down at his hand that's covering hers and all words are momentarily forgotten.
A simple touch like that has managed to silence her, and she knows she should be worried about it, but for a moment she's not thinking that this isn't her Mal.
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A simple touch like that has managed to silence her, and she knows she should be worried about it, but for a moment she's not thinking that this isn't her Mal.
She lifts her gaze to meet his.]
But what?