He's not that great, okay. Sure, he's fit, and he's not exactly ugly, but he thinks of himself as being more towards the normal end of the spectrum. Still, she tells him he's wonderful and he lets himself believe in the sincerity in her voice, lets himself just smile at her in response.

Just watching her would be enough for him to get his rocks off, probably, because she presents one hell of an erotic picture right now with her head tipped back, exposing her throat, her hair tumbling down her spine in a dark curtain, her breasts jutting forward as she rolls her hips down against his.

"Christ, Inara..."