[There's no need to go overboard here, even for the likes of Gilgamesh. The man has effectively surrendered himself to him now, so Gilgamesh allows himself to fall into comfortable step, brushing shoulders and drawing faces together. His eyes are a curious thing, at this distance, bloody and red and snakelike, but they radiate the same warmth coming from his body. His voice remains quiet, as well, as one would speak to a beast they are trying to soothe. Or perhaps trying to befriend.
Apparently he accepted that "dragon" claim at face value. But maybe that's just a boon for the likes of Masamune, who longs to be taken seriously.]
Come inside. I will make you very...
[Gilgamesh sweeps his fingers along the length of an arm up to Masamune's chin. His touch is featherlight, inviting. Even a virgin, or someone nearly that, will recognize his movements and machinations for what they are. It is possible be dense, but in Masamune's case, he's only half blind.]
...very...
[And, just barely, just enough to catch his interest, Gilgamesh snaps his teeth at him as if bite. He figures the man, the dragon, may like that too.]
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Apparently he accepted that "dragon" claim at face value. But maybe that's just a boon for the likes of Masamune, who longs to be taken seriously.]
Come inside. I will make you very...
[Gilgamesh sweeps his fingers along the length of an arm up to Masamune's chin. His touch is featherlight, inviting. Even a virgin, or someone nearly that, will recognize his movements and machinations for what they are. It is possible be dense, but in Masamune's case, he's only half blind.]
...very...
[And, just barely, just enough to catch his interest, Gilgamesh snaps his teeth at him as if bite. He figures the man, the dragon, may like that too.]
...comfortable.