[What an insufferable expression for a lion, he thinks. And then he thinks it odd that he'd ever view such as a creature in the same vein as himself, and dismisses the matter outright before it chafes at him too much.

Gilgamesh rises, no longer at ease in the halls that now truly suited neither of them.]

I would grant the honor of my name, were it beyond your sight. Instead I would ask for yours, and call you so, and we shall consider ourselves even.

[As Aslan deduced, he has only one equal. He will never be the exception. But he will also never be addressed mongrel, as that is not what he is.]