Mal licked his lips. He watched Jayne strip down. First boots, then shirt, then...
He looked away. No rutting way was he going to watch those pants come undone.
Maybe a peek.
Tzao gao. Maybe this was that special hell Shepherd Book had been talking about. ‘Course, it didn’t really feel that much like hell. Excepting for the whole “hot” thing.
Really hot, and now, Jayne was shimmying out of his boxers and no, Mal was definitely not watching.
“C’mon Mal,” the mercenary grinned, “Got no coin to pay me, and you know damn well I don’t work for free.”