[There's a flush of pleasure fleeting across his cheeks—there and gone in seconds, but present nonetheless—with the more intimate distance, and if he had the long, graceful ears of an elf, they'd surely be twitching with satisfaction right about now. Gilgamesh was hardly some animal in heat; he liked sex, yes, but he liked the foreplay just as much. Romantic gestures, and lots of lots of teasing to go with it. The greatest pleasure, he'd always claim, lay in the pursuit.]

So a length of rope, instead? No, no, on second thought, I'll wrap you up in the prettiest stretch of ribbon. Bright red, as suits you best.

[So that's an "undetermined" regarding his query. His other hand claps atop Adra's, and it's hard to believe he's part god, as he's acting more like a dog than anything.]

Like a present, just for me. You'll permit me a bit of greed, won't you? There's room for just a little in your dream of dreams?

[...a very, very excitable dog. Indeed, one can't really feel sorry for a King who's this exuberant.]