[though he squirms and chirps happily under Gilgamesh's hands, like a beast easily tamed by its masters touch, he sobers considerably when he hears his friends answer. for all manner of replies he might have expected, certainly nothing as alarming or dire as what Gilgamesh says had initially crossed his mind.
his mouth settles into a small frown, pausing for a moment before he speaks in answer, his fingers curling delicately in gold hair.]
Tainted? How has she been tainted?
[and by the Grail, no less? such a thing seems impossible, and if it were anyone else telling him such a thing, he would likely balk. but Gilgamesh does not lie; he was always too proud for it, and there was never anything but truths between the two of them.]
no subject
his mouth settles into a small frown, pausing for a moment before he speaks in answer, his fingers curling delicately in gold hair.]
Tainted? How has she been tainted?
[and by the Grail, no less? such a thing seems impossible, and if it were anyone else telling him such a thing, he would likely balk. but Gilgamesh does not lie; he was always too proud for it, and there was never anything but truths between the two of them.]