"You didn't hear shit 'bout that." From smirk'n to glower'n in half a second- that didn't happen. He don't much recall more than the hangover after and wak'n up in a mess of limbs without his pants, but it didn't happen. Shoving off the wall a bit less casual-like than he'd like, mostly cuz a Jayne hauling for all he's worth on the one hand to romp with Bronson. Better the dog than the food, Mal lets him bound over and headbutt the other dog while he stalks over his own self to do more or less the same with Asher.

But with words. So it's more civil.

"I got a respectable stand'n here and I don't need that kinda strangeness mak'n the rounds." Him and Korrin? Fine and dandy. Him and another man? Happens now and then, ain't skin off his nose. Him and Asher specifically? Man gets judged by the company he keeps, judged harder by the company in his bed. "S'fine enough. Pay's good, work's good, get t'kill demons and the like."