Well, fuck. 
As the idea struck her and she considered it, Ruli immediately wanted to devour the words. He'd realized too late that, if he made Kire look like Akuma, the very obvious side effect would literally be staring him in the face. Walking beside him. 
The string of sweats that paraded his thoughts were much more colorful than his initial.

As she went on to ask about the time they had, or [i]he[/i] had, rather, and if he was actually willing, Ruli stared at her and considered. No sleep wouldn't kill him. He functioned on no sleep often. But to look over and see [i]her[/i] looking back...
Just to kill the real one.
Or the fake one, however that was technically true.

Sighing, he held out his open hand, demanding her ring. "Fill Ysaryn in. Tell her I'll make her one, too, but it may not be by tomorrow."