"You stink."
Jayne curled his head over to look at the ladder near his door from where he lay in bed. River hung there, looking rather cross, indeed.
"Wha?" It seemed like the most logical response.
"You stink of sex."
Well, yeah. They'd just landed on Serocore, had some of the cheapest whorehouses this side of the core. 'Course he wasn't
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