[Good, he thinks, you will not impede me. Not that Gilgamesh has any real, pressing concern for a life other than his own, but at the same time he would believe it a shame to slay a one-of-a-kind creature. Especially if all that fruitful wandering can be twisted to his ends.

And it did promise entertainment, observing this beast's travels and how others would react to a power so greatly beyond measure. Powerful friends he does not keep, but powerful allies... well, if worse came to worse, he'd consider it. Maybe.

Gilgamesh smiles again, and it's notably more settled than before. It seems they've reached an unspoken understanding.]

Speak to me its secrets and I shall compensate you accordingly.

[You've done well, Aslan. Gilgamesh is pleased.]

That is, if such a thing as "desire" exists within your heart of hearts... Aslan.