[Gilgamesh doesn't press the issue this time. Instead, he leans back with wine in hand and considers the great lion's reply. Tyrannical a king though he may be, he has an ear for liars and charlatans plying their trade, and Aslan strikes him as neither.

A beast who walks the boundaries between worlds... already the gears turn in his head, and already he believes that surely such magnificence could only add to his own. The king of all animals makes too good a fit for the king of all men.

He is intrigued. And this good, as it means for now, he's keeping himself out of mischief. For now.]

I very much doubt they view you as any equal of theirs, beast. [But he lets the implication rest, venturing further:] What do you make of this world? What do your eyes see that others cannot? Tell me.