[ Ah. Shit. He honestly hadn't intended to say that. His gaze drops, flicks over to the side, embarrassed. And then he shrugs, and draws broadly - ]

I've always liked you, Wash. [ And then, moving right along - ] And - going too far. How do you imagine that happening, exactly? Me, huddled and frightened, too overwhelmed and delicate to speak up in my own defense? Or...?