[Oh, heavens help him, this was one of those types. The invisible spell she has somehow cast fades, and with an irritable grumble, Gilgamesh shoves the hand away about as soon as she pulls it back. Not a moment too soon, either.

You can bet that someone upstairs seriously regrets placing Gilgamesh in Seelie right about now. Thoughts of I'm going to blow up everything and I'm going to blow up everything twice are currently sailing through his head, all courtesy of one overly curious cosmic being.

Jury is still out on the bedding, however.]

I am, indeed, the One and Only King of Kings, and of Heroes, who stands above all. [He'll accept the flattery, at least. Always the flattery.] And so you should know your place in daring to graze perfection with unworthy fingers. Apologize.