[His easy smiles, the ones that don't come with extra layers of ego applied or aren't angling for a particular and calculated reaction, are always the most genuine. They make him look more like a boy than a man, a boy with a pretty face that meant well—though of course all parties present know the truth. Still, it's a handsome look.]

You are you. I trust in your ability to come up with something truly great.

[It's his way of returning her earlier encouragement. Adra interrupts, and this time, this time Gilgamesh doesn't throw a fit. He nods, retreats a few steps from the barrier.]

Be prepared for anything. We may very well be walking into an ambush.