When their hands touched to agree upon their new deal, Inara could have sworn his hands lingered far longer than usual— but perhaps even more perplexing to her was just how much she actually enjoyed feeling the warmth of his skin against her own. It was a dangerous thought for a woman like her who was so wrapped up in her own affairs and troubles, so she set it to the side for now, seeming to keep a poker face right on her. What was important now was focusing on what she was hiring him for, their meal, and for the next day.

So the rest of their time together went by in a blurry haze; whatever jokes he pulled, whether or not she stole more than just a few bites of his dessert were left in the dust when the two finally parted ways. She returned to her private quarters, a fancy shindig but despite having everything she needed at hand, she felt there was something missing. Whatever it was, was left to be explored for another time— the morning would bring the two together once more.

"I'm actually quite comfortable with one, I think my aim just needs improvement.", she said, taking the weapon from him with ease. She was dressed more casually than usual, a frilly top and pair of tight slacks for ease of movement. Her long and wavy hair was tightly pulled into a bun, and it was clear she was here to focus on the task at hand. Far from any emotions or sentiments that might have come from their 'dinner' last night.