Eyebrows raised, Ruli kept quiet. He wasn't surprised about Ysaryn. The elf was alluring and strong. Even if he'd never felt more than kinship with her, he understood she turned heads. No wonder she caught Kire's eye, too. Kire's admission about the underwhelming man she'd taken to bed made him drop his gaze back down to his wine. A small mix of a reaction rose in him. Pity for the man who had surely been so nervous in servicing an Empress he was now a regret, a related feeling in having such a bad experience in something that it ended all further exploration, though certainly not in that same activity. 
And, frankly, a curiosity on if he could do better. 

Just as Ruli made to squash that though down, he heard Kire mention a stupid thing to do in the night, and he froze, meeting her gaze. "Kire, I-" he began, shifting to set his still-full mug on the bedside table. No more of [i]that[/i], tonight.
She kept coming back around to that. A way to warm her bed, a stupid decision, a way to cope with the feeling inside her. "Why are you in here?" He asked bluntly.