[Gilgamesh, ever mindful that he was essentially dealing with a prey animal, takes care not to make any sudden movements. He slides as if to lord over him, still with that hand caught in his grasp, gazing downward into those elegant features. His words come softly, almost kindly, if not for the subject matter.]
Any way you like. For as long as you like.
[His mouth hovers close to Adra's. Close enough to feel breath, but not quite touch. Even now, Gilgamesh honors his word.]
Even a King would bow his head for the opportunity.
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Any way you like. For as long as you like.
[His mouth hovers close to Adra's. Close enough to feel breath, but not quite touch. Even now, Gilgamesh honors his word.]
Even a King would bow his head for the opportunity.