[Gilgamesh reaches the same conclusion as Adra, and naturally, his thoughts trail back to Saber. He knew her legend as well as she did, knew her familial name wasn't just for show. The blood of a dragon ran through her veins, and so it made the most sense she'd play the part of one in any such dramatic reenactments.
But perhaps shockingly, Gilgamesh assesses her body language and takes a hint. She may be ready to move if needed, but overall she doesn't want to be bothered right now. She's focusing very hard, on what he can only guess, but it may be for the best, for the sake of party morale, that they handle this between the two of them. So Gilgamesh sets aside his obsession and offers Adra a hand and a smile.
He looks strikingly earnest. A man very much aware of Adra's weaknesses.]
Shall I have this dance, oh siren of the skies?
[It seems Gilgamesh has claimed the role of dragon for himself instead! How gratingly predictable.]
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But perhaps shockingly, Gilgamesh assesses her body language and takes a hint. She may be ready to move if needed, but overall she doesn't want to be bothered right now. She's focusing very hard, on what he can only guess, but it may be for the best, for the sake of party morale, that they handle this between the two of them. So Gilgamesh sets aside his obsession and offers Adra a hand and a smile.
He looks strikingly earnest. A man very much aware of Adra's weaknesses.]
Shall I have this dance, oh siren of the skies?
[It seems Gilgamesh has claimed the role of dragon for himself instead! How gratingly predictable.]