[A bit of well-timed humor does him serious good. He lightens up immediately, and teases her back with a slight sneer:]

Certainly so; of course you should love and adore me, as my Master. That's just the sort of Servant I am.

[Since she had the opportunity to excuse herself, and does not, Gilgamesh reads this as an intentional response. His arms entrap her now, turn her to pull her flush to his bare chest. His face may yet be as legends foretold, mocking and righteous and all confident as the King would always be.]

I find it almost a shame, you knew me as a mere child. Surely we would've had much more fun together otherwise.