[Once, Gilgamesh could've sensed their approach from miles away. Now, even the slightest sound startles, and he's quickly learned to stay on guard after receiving a nasty wound to the hand thanks to one of Guren's own comrades. He furrows his brow at Guren from afar and can't quite tell from body language—rather, can't quite see in the dark anymore—whether he's approaching with innocuous intent or not.

He listens to the nonsensical conversation but it's not really enough to pull him out of the moment. He just sinks deeper into the beast's mane and hushes it as it rumbles as if to question. Guren goes mostly ignored for several beats longer before Gilgamesh answers in a lazy sort of droll:]

Is it not obvious? I am showering this majestic beast with my affections.

[Brows raised, he turns the question upon the other man instead, with more than a bit of sass.]

What the hell are you even doing? Indulging in blatant voyeurism? How lewd.

[...yeah, Guren may have hit up the wrong King for conversation. This was certainly not Shinya, but rather another annoying fellow altogether.]