He'd look down at Eli, enjoying the closeness she was taking advantage of. Sometimes she was just downright adorable, which was an interesting thing for a punk rock demoness girl, but she was just the cutest thing sometimes, well, all times, but not like this.
Mal would hold onto her tightly, walking across the beach, the hotel in view, he almost didn't want the walk to end. But the prospect of a warm shower was too much to pass up, especially since he had someone to share it with.