[Gilgamesh eats daintily, as if making a work of art out of his own meal. Although his eyes are focused on his food, he's actually paying very close attention to Minato. He almost seems to be testing him somehow... but surely Gilgamesh wouldn't invite him to dinner solely for that. Surely he wouldn't be so petty.

Surely an Emperor had more dignity than this.]

It is simply a matter of compatibility. In determining how one person might "match" with another in a variety of categories.

[Gilgamesh holds out his glass for wine, and a staff member dutifully attends him within seconds. Trained like dogs, these people are.]

All accomplished with something as simple as a survey. Remarkable, isn't it?

[Gilgamesh certainly seems to think so. He's grinning from ear to ear.]