Now he had put his foot in it. “Gorram it, woman, I’m not looking for sex in exchange for passage,” Mal managed to get out. He looked back down at his feet, wishing to high heaven that he hadn’t started this conversation.
“Good, because I wouldn’t be offering sex in exchange for anything you might give me,” Inara snapped before coming back out of her irritable state.
-- Finding Common Ground by Syzg