Chapter Five

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" You want us t'do what?"

Mal stares openly at the seductress in front of him, Saffron crossing her arms over her chest, raising a brow faintly.

"What? The job to much for you? I thought you were the Great Malcolm Reynolds and his mighty crew. I guess all those stories I hear about you are false. I wonder how your business will fair when everyone hears your a fake..."

She glances over at him from the corner of her eye, small smirk on her lips, one brow twitching up a bit, watching him. Mal staring at her then growling, glaring daggers, gritting his teeth so the muscles in his jaw flex.

"You...you...gah!!! Fine! We'll do it!"

Book clears his throat faintly, drawing almost startled eyes to him quickly, the two speaking seeming to have forgotten anyone was listening to what they were speaking about.

"If I may suggest, Captain...we move this discussion inside..? Its much more comfortable then out in this heat, and I can make us some tea while you and our new employer hammer out the details, yes?"

Inara nods, shooting the Sheppard a grateful look. Smiling gently at the talking pair as she moves forward, resting a hand on Mal's elbow lightly as she turns to steer him inside.

"Come on, I have the perfect tea for just such an occasion...I brought it inside when we landed so I don't even have to go get it from the ship. So you and Saffron sit down, relax, and talk this over carefully, alright?"

Mal nods slowly, looking over to Saffron, crossing his arms over his chest. The red head raising a brow faintly, hands on her hips, staring down Mal, he finally scowling, shaking his head, turning away first, stalking inside, the woman smirking lightly, following a few steps behind. Inara sighing, taking Books arm when he offers it, heading in after the first pair.

Inside, Mal sits in the chair he'd occupied earlier, Saffron staying standing, leaning against the wall near the doorway,