Jim actually paused at that, looking at Mal with a quick rush of emotions across his face - suspicion, surprise, delight, smug. He didn't dislike Mal, though they butted heads now and then. But they had never really seen eye to eye on many things, so this was an interesting turn of events.

"But not like that," he shook his head, going for Mal's closet and opening it up to start rooting through for an acceptable outfit. "Where are those jeans I saw you in once? They actually looked food on your butt..." he muttered.