Ruli raised his gaze again, but didn't respond at once. His eyes, instead, looked about the room, to the the Ziadi who sat over their meal, a few not even slightly subtle about eaves dropping. He cleared his throat and mixed in the eggs, stirring for a few seconds before he pulled the skillet off the fire and set it aside. Gathering another bit of flat bread, he rose to his feet and moved toward the door. "Come on." He beckoned, slipping outside.

The sun warmed his back in contradiction to the chilly wind as he climbed the steps toward the crest of the cliffside. He glanced at Kire after the first landing, swallowing the bit of bread he'd stuffed into his mouth. "So, to be blunt, you want me to be some cross-world booty call?" He asked cautiously, wary of another fight. "Or, you're not going to ask me to move to Armia are you? To keep in some chamber until I'm needed?" Ruli at least smirked, attempting to relay his playful tone despite the genuine inquiry. 

Ruli shoved more bread in his mouth to think. "I want to be flattered, but, amicable or not, its ... weird." He took another glance in her direction as they continued to climb, nearing the top of the stony peninsula. "But, I also sort of understand. Having difficulty finding someone to overlook certain aspects, or ignore them altogether." 
As they reached the top of the cliff, the stone gave away to soft golden grass that waved and danced in the ocean breeze. Much of it was crushed down from repeated foot traffic, the paths some unintelligible design that offered no insight into which direction the wanderer went the most. 
"How about, if you're here for a reason, other than [i]that[/i] reason, we'll see." Ruli offered.