[Earnestly amused laughter escapes Gilgamesh, both at Masamune's flirtatiousness as well as his ever present bold streak.]
Be careful. Call me your king and I would make you my dragon.
[As if Masamune hadn't damned himself to such a fate already.
Gilgamesh does believe him, though. Believes he's not afraid of anything, or else isn't quite astute enough to recognize when he should be, like now when he's lounging in the clutches of a monster and willingly bargaining his own purity away. Regardless, it works to his favor, so he can't complain if his prey is a little less than perceptive when it comes to these matters.
If he presses now, he'll get what he's after, no questions asked. But there's value in espousing a patient approach. He could turn a momentary indulgence into a long-term investment. Sew the seeds of trust rather than snapping up the first tasty treat that crosses his path. For a born hedonist, it's a tough call to make. For Gilgamesh, it amounts to resisting instinct.
Perhaps a compromise can be found.]
If you take me, in good faith... could I feast some other time?
[Gilgamesh draws his finger beneath Masamune's chin, coaxingly.]
If I am good to you, will you be very, very good to me, when next I ask it of you?
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Be careful. Call me your king and I would make you my dragon.
[As if Masamune hadn't damned himself to such a fate already.
Gilgamesh does believe him, though. Believes he's not afraid of anything, or else isn't quite astute enough to recognize when he should be, like now when he's lounging in the clutches of a monster and willingly bargaining his own purity away. Regardless, it works to his favor, so he can't complain if his prey is a little less than perceptive when it comes to these matters.
If he presses now, he'll get what he's after, no questions asked. But there's value in espousing a patient approach. He could turn a momentary indulgence into a long-term investment. Sew the seeds of trust rather than snapping up the first tasty treat that crosses his path. For a born hedonist, it's a tough call to make. For Gilgamesh, it amounts to resisting instinct.
Perhaps a compromise can be found.]
If you take me, in good faith... could I feast some other time?
[Gilgamesh draws his finger beneath Masamune's chin, coaxingly.]
If I am good to you, will you be very, very good to me, when next I ask it of you?