[That's if Gilgamesh was willing to spare his precious psionics for Miserable Betrayer #1 and Miserable Betrayer #2. If. Gilgamesh does what he does best—pout for no real purpose, to no real effect—and waits for Adra to make the arduous journey over. To which he doesn't even acknowledge with so much as a nod, before deciding yes, he is a great and generous god, he will guide Saber onto the glorious Gilgamesh-filled heavens after all.
To his credit, he does so. Not so much to his credit, he may have done so in a way that landed her straight in his arms. Into an embrace, whether she wanted it or not, most likely not, all while he catches Adra's eye ever so coolly. Try to wingman for me, why don't you. The great, generous, glorious Gilgamesh requires no such manning of the wings! The great, generous, glorious Gilgamesh commands his own vessel, and with utmost sensuality!
Ah, but didn't he just ask for assistance not moments ago? From the elf he's staring down, no less. Ahem, he's just going to let this particular mood pass, and...]
Go on ahead, Saber. We will join you shortly.
[Actually, Gilgamesh doesn't even wait for her to pass. He just asks of Adra, point blank:]
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To his credit, he does so. Not so much to his credit, he may have done so in a way that landed her straight in his arms. Into an embrace, whether she wanted it or not, most likely not, all while he catches Adra's eye ever so coolly. Try to wingman for me, why don't you. The great, generous, glorious Gilgamesh requires no such manning of the wings! The great, generous, glorious Gilgamesh commands his own vessel, and with utmost sensuality!
Ah, but didn't he just ask for assistance not moments ago? From the elf he's staring down, no less. Ahem, he's just going to let this particular mood pass, and...]
Go on ahead, Saber. We will join you shortly.
[Actually, Gilgamesh doesn't even wait for her to pass. He just asks of Adra, point blank:]
Hold my hand.