[Every part of him presents challenge. Every part of him entices. Gilgamesh stares unblinkingly at the sword and considers his options. They were in public, and he had a reputation to maintain, so he could only advance so far before it became inappropriate. Beyond that, there was just his office, and he's not sure if that was a suitable venue to intimately entertain one of this standing.
Decisions, decisions. Gilgamesh empties his wine glass and gestures quick for a refill. Wonders if he had been bothered by that claim of mastery, or if his arrogance overruled it. He licks his lips in consideration without ever realizing it, weighing his options.]
It is true that my body is not as it once was. However, I can "wield" most anything, assuming it deserves my attention.
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Decisions, decisions. Gilgamesh empties his wine glass and gestures quick for a refill. Wonders if he had been bothered by that claim of mastery, or if his arrogance overruled it. He licks his lips in consideration without ever realizing it, weighing his options.]
It is true that my body is not as it once was. However, I can "wield" most anything, assuming it deserves my attention.
[Here, Gilgamesh will be blunt.]
Do you?