She was dancing with Atherton, flicking eyes and all, but for those brief moments when her eyes flicked away, she was stealing glances at Mal. Discretely, of course, she shuddered to think of how Atherton would react if he knew she was eyeing another man on his time, but she quickly amended that thought: she wasn’t “eyeing” another man: Malcolm Reynolds could hardly be called even that. He was a low life, degenerate captain with a “spotty” reputation at best.
-- Thoughts During a Shindig - Inara by khambilo