Indulging myself in this realm's spoils, most likely.

[Gilgamesh speak for getting drunk, getting laid, with a strong chance of both at the same time. He seems to find his own joke rather funny, chuckling in an unnerving sort of way, but it's probably a good sign that he's laughing instead of... well, laughing while splitting someone else apart.

He supposes he could give a clearer answer, after several awkward seconds of this.]

Ah... well... they call this palace Caer Glaem, I'm told. You may summon me with your finest wine, otherwise. Rest assured I'll find it.