The two of them listened, Ruli's expression blank, while Ysaryn's betrayed her amusement. "In detted?" She repeated, not understanding. Ruli muttered to her in elvish to translate, and Ysaryn laughed. "That is not nice. Is like they say you alone not worth the mating. I see why you decide not to agree." She shook her head. "I would not. My mate will know my worth, and be grateful for the opportunity to sire my heirs."

Ruli glanced up again when Kire asked him a question, and he shrugged. "Wouldn't know. Been here." He pointed out indifferently. 

"I see no reason he not like it." Ysaryn pointed out. "I am excellent with fish." 
"It is very good." Ruli agreed, and Ysaryn grinned at him. "Will you teach me? I think I'd like any fish prepared this way."
"Mmmm. Maybe." She teased.