"I'll take it," Inara said with a soft smile. Functions like this were so much more fun when one had a drink. Of course, Inara was always careful not to over-imbibe. Photographs lived forever, her father was fond of telling her. Besides, she'd heard horror stories of what happened to girls who'd drank too much at parties like this. Not that she thought that of Tony. She didn't know him well enough to think that, but her caution was there all the same. She chuckled softly when he stumbled, a genuine smile on her face. It was somehow brighter than her practiced smile, setting her eyes to twinkling. It's not a smile she used all that often.

"Psychology," she told him. "There was a push to put me into politics, but I rebelled. What about yourself, Tony?"