[Gilgamesh just sort of winds up stumbling over himself. Usually, he's slick as could be and would've followed that little number up with a smooth invitation back to his quarters for extended conversation, but all his charm seems to have melted away in the face of her surprising forwardness. He's not really sure how to feel about it...

Alright, so that might be a lie. In reality, he's extremely attracted to it and just fumbling with the fact that a woman got the upper hand on him for once. Usually this is succeeded by aggravated stammering and accusations of witchcraft, but instead Gilgamesh stares. Awkwardly.

And then tosses out the first excuse he can think of to get the hell out of there.]

I left the stove on! Actually, it was more than one! Actually, I believe the kitchen is currently ablaze! I must attend this disaster at once...!

[Now you see him, now you don't, rushing off to fix an imaginary crisis. More like cool the @#$% down from his current high.]