I recognize your title and bid you favor while in service of my crown.

[Which he would consider more than magnanimous, if questioned again, which means it's in her best interest to continue rolling along with the pompous punches. Those who sate Gilgamesh's ego, and appetite, generally find their lives long, fruitful, and prosperous.

The knuckles of her hand are brought to his mouth and ever so briefly brushed.]

You are welcome to find me in my quarters, should you ever have a need.

[Not that he won't find her anyway, of his own accord, eventually.]