[His eyes widen, too, though for a very different reason.
In all honesty, he expected a smack for his provocations. Even he could acknowledge he'd deserved it, wouldn't have complained too much, but instead she's earnest. Painfully so. She's touching him before he gets the chance to protest—and really, how could he—and he's at a loss for words, as well as what to do.
The roll's mostly just for silly show, now. He could easily break free. So his own hands come up, and they grasp hers, and again, he stutters. He stumbles. Nobody ever dared to touch the King without permission, least of all in such a tender area, in such a tender way. Should he scold her? Should he punish her? Should he...]
Your hands...
[...you can do better than that, Gilgamesh. Really.]
They are very honest.
[He favors honest over pleasant. She's no soft, delicate thing. If she represented a country, it meant she had to have the will befitting one. A country waged war, so these hands must've killed before. They must've done great harm, even prior to arriving in Enprise. And yet here, they hold him as though he's precious. It's flattering.
Gilgamesh turns docile in their grip. It seems he may have learned his lesson; that clever poison on his tongue has died down as he stares mutely at her.]
no subject
In all honesty, he expected a smack for his provocations. Even he could acknowledge he'd deserved it, wouldn't have complained too much, but instead she's earnest. Painfully so. She's touching him before he gets the chance to protest—and really, how could he—and he's at a loss for words, as well as what to do.
The roll's mostly just for silly show, now. He could easily break free. So his own hands come up, and they grasp hers, and again, he stutters. He stumbles. Nobody ever dared to touch the King without permission, least of all in such a tender area, in such a tender way. Should he scold her? Should he punish her? Should he...]
Your hands...
[...you can do better than that, Gilgamesh. Really.]
They are very honest.
[He favors honest over pleasant. She's no soft, delicate thing. If she represented a country, it meant she had to have the will befitting one. A country waged war, so these hands must've killed before. They must've done great harm, even prior to arriving in Enprise. And yet here, they hold him as though he's precious. It's flattering.
Gilgamesh turns docile in their grip. It seems he may have learned his lesson; that clever poison on his tongue has died down as he stares mutely at her.]