[ Mal places a hand on Inara's shoulders, and he uses the leverage to help push himself up into a sitting position. Looking over to her, Mal pouts and he seems to have a trick up that sleeve of his.

He plans to be a total brat. ] But these things are itchy! As for getting drunk, it's either getting drunk or eating more of those fruity oaty bars. [ He follows the pout with some mock gagging, all before he allows himself to flop back on the plows with a resounding. ] Ow!