[Nope. Not till he's sober. Then he wouldn't dare say any of this, even if he wished he could to get back at Mal for running from him.]

Yeah, why not? I said it was a nice one. [Then he nods, a bit exaggerated even as his eyes start to droop. Did everyone suddenly feel so tired?] I told ya I did, didn't I? Never thought ta look before, then ya said that stuff in the diner and, well...I looked. An' I liked it. Why's that so hard?