Whitefish River You got to make me

Mal had just started to walk away from her when she started talking again. He couldn't tell if she actually wanted to help people and a little off in the whole "following the rules of society department" or was just some sort of maniac who would cackle with glee if she ever got a straight answer. He wasn't going to be saying a word about Cupid to anyone right now, and certainly not to her.

What this was, was trading one object of irritation for another. He was still pretty sure he was going to walk off in the next handful of seconds. Belharra didn't offer anything to him except the promise of trouble. For that brief moment, he looked over his shoulder at her, No. You can't. But if you want to tell me why it is you're so relentlessly stubborn despite being obviously not wanted around, perhaps I'll feel so very enlightened about the world. Well, he doubted it, but he had to get one snarky bit in before heading off to go back to his own thoughts.