He raised his eyebrows and lowered his head in acceptance. "So far, we're good." he said, though that contemplative expression returned. "So." He began, glancing down at the husk of his cake, as he'd eaten only the cake part and left the frosted edge. He offered it to Kire, figuring she'd devour it. "You ... well. You're not afraid of me. Which I find I like. My scars, my blood, my abilities. Mostly you seem enthralled by my cooking skills, which I sort of like. And, no, I don't think you're like the other nobles. Even if I have to admit my pool of knowledge is skewed. You've met them." 

Ruli lifted his glass of wine, sipping the last bit of it. "I feel as though, naturally, this is going to progress, and I'm still nervous, but not as much as I thought I'd be."