Wrinkled his nose at the gold comment, he chuckled and resumed his meal. "You do strike me as type who can't sit still. And that's even been discussed among your family, so I know I'm spot on." 
Another sip, then a bite of his pork, and her question nearly murdered him. With a sharp inhale, Ruli coughed, his meat breading going down the wrong tube. Eyes watering, he grabbed his drink to wash it down, still coughing.

"Why," he began, then coughed again. His voice was a little strained. "Your mind really wanders during meetings, doesn't it?" He asked, pounding on his chest. 
Nervous about another bite so soon, Ruli nursed his wine, spying on her. "Do you want the answer, then, or are you serious about forgetting it?"