Sitting there an arm's length from this woman, he suddenly feels transparent, as if through that smile he is being appraised in the most gentle and natural of means. On mentioning Mal's name earlier on he feels almost certain that he saw a flash in her eyes--of something, a moment, or a frustration not yet reconciled--and he refuses to believe that this tiredness has stemmed from her working a day off ship, world-bound, surrounded but alone in the company of men. As an actress Inara is flawless, but as a woman brought up in a world almost parallel to his own, he can't help but think that she shares this transparency a little too much to be without purpose. It is a passable theory, this love; after all, like attracts like, just as opposites spark to start fires of quick-burning passion.
-- Alone In the Company of Men by jazzfic