I will permit you to travel in my entourage for this endeavor.

[Surely the highest of all honors, at least Gilgamesh seems to think so. He answers so casually, the verbal equivalent of shrugging off a flea, that it seems less of an offer and more of a given that she would do as he bids and come along.]

So you may witness true glory and seek to emulate it, rather than...

[Uh...]

...whatever it is you're doing. Mongrel.