[He finds her endearing despite himself. There's appeal in that childlike sense of wonder and excitement, and in this she couldn't be further from the King of Knights, who had such a thing ripped from her long ago. Be she goddess or mortal or something else altogether, Gilgamesh recognizes that sorting her out will take more than a cursory glance.
That she's getting more than a cursory glance at all is a very high honor, and so her humble offer to serve as vassal is accepted as an expectation rather than the benevolent gesture it truly is.
Still, for just a moment, he does smile.]
Good of you to recognize your position. I accept. [For once, he elects not to prattle on and to press for information of import instead.] "Dying"? Elaborate.
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That she's getting more than a cursory glance at all is a very high honor, and so her humble offer to serve as vassal is accepted as an expectation rather than the benevolent gesture it truly is.
Still, for just a moment, he does smile.]
Good of you to recognize your position. I accept. [For once, he elects not to prattle on and to press for information of import instead.] "Dying"? Elaborate.