[ He hasn't seen the unkind part of her, not yet at least. She's sassy and teases him sometimes, but that's part of her charm. He wouldn't necessarily call that unkind.

Malcolm pulls his hand away when she makes that face, then sighs deeply at her words, feeling like an idiot. ]

I think what I meant by that was that if you were some kind of sex-worker, you'd be the high-priced kind. The kind men would pay a lot of money to be with-- [ Malcolm, stop talking. ] Okay. I'm sorry. I just... wanted you to know that I didn't mean anything bad by it.

[ He sits up on the bed as he watches her take off her clothes and head to the bathroom. ] Sure. [ He lays his clothes on his bed as he removes them, then wanders after her. ]