It was never difficult for her to sense people’s intentions when the air about them seemed off— with individuals like Saffron it was painfully obvious something was wrong the more she studied her. It was the same way with the man before her, the more time they spent together, the more they spoke— she could just feel his tiredness. There was no doubt in Inara’s mind she could offer him endless comfort and all the things she did for her clients that met their emotional needs (more so than sexual ones), but she was always careful to keep that boundary between them.

No sense in getting caught up in feelings again.

As the drinks came to them, she took her more simple one- red wine and drank from it as she heard his story. It wasn’t rare for people like them to face precarious situations, life and death over a misunderstanding or general distrust. However at his question, she found herself holding the glass to her lips, pondering his question. It was a difficult thing to answer really because he was asking her on the spot—

and being a woman, she would certainly face far more risk than just death. With a soft smile, she set her drink down and leaned back into her seat, giving him a curious glance.

“Always quick to put my mind to work. That certainly is a predicament, I suppose I would have done what you have but given that you know me, you already knew that. As for them…”, she said, finger tapping lightly at the glass.

“I probably would have gotten you to get the ship to work and killed you upon arrival.”