Jayne opened the door to his room and peered out into the corridor. It didn’t look like anyone was about, but that couldn’t be guaranteed. He’d waited for more than a couple of hours after everyone seemed to turn in, but … still, he could be doing this for the rest of the night. Which was crazy.

He closed the door again. Gorramit, maybe this wasn’t such a good idea after all. It was only talk, when it came down to it. They’d just been chatting over a coffee in the yellow drawing room, and he’d happened to mention he’d always wanted to try it.

“Just something I … I don’t know. Appeals to me somehow.”

Freya looked at him over the top of her mug. “I didn’t know you felt that way.”

“It’s kinda been at the back of my mind. Close proximity, ‘n’ all. If’n you don’t mind.” He almost squirmed in his chair.

“I don’t mind. I think it’s a nice idea. And no-one’s ever gonna find out from me, if that’s what you’re worried about.”

“Well, it crossed my mind. I mean, if Mal learned I’d -”

“My lips are sealed.” She smiled and took another sip. “So, tonight? After everyone’s gone to bed?”

“Probably best. Don’t fancy anyone walking in while I’m getting down to it …”

Now he leaned on the back of the door, his eyes closed. What the hell was he doing? If anyone ever did find out, he’d never hear the end of it. And Mal’d be … well, furious was probably not the right word. But certainly he’d think his territory had been invaded, and by Jayne at that. Could be messy.

He almost headed back towards his bed, then shook his head.

“What are you?” he said to himself. “Man or mouse?” He could do this. He was Jayne Cobb, mercenary, man of action, killer and deflowerer of virgins. Well, one, that he was aware of.

Opening the door he looked out again, then stepped into the corridor. Just a few steps down there, and maybe paradise awaited. He grinned, his blue eyes glinting with mischief. Yeah, Jayne Cobb on the prowl.

Strolling along the hall like he owned the place, he came to