Ruli turned to Kire and frowned when she commented on his hair, his hand leaving his plate to pat down his hair. Or try, it still stuck up when he removed his hand. "Like yours is any better. It's a mess." He retorted. [i]Just like you.[/i] But he smirked over his plate.

When she held up the pouch of coin, he glanced back her way, then cringed. "Do Amrian's drink vinegar?" He asked aloud. "No wonder you're lot is jumping over here." Ruli snorted into his dinner. Whatever tea Sid had given him had helped his queasiness. So long as he didn't think about what, or [i]who[/i] he had in his mouth, he believed he would be fine. 

"All of the above. With the exception of the vinegar." He answered. 
Rab leaned forward. [i]Yes.[/i] He signed, and Ruli narrowed his eyes. 
"How old are you?"
Rab smiled, his teeth a soft blend between the Kartaian fangs and the human flat-edged.
Ruli frowned, but shrugged. "I suppose after all the shit you dealt with, I can't deny you a drink or two. Nor you." He added to Gavin. "Under supervision."