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[Gilgamesh, being no such fool, does not tip his hand too early. He remains still. Stares her down with those insufferably striking eyes of his. He could touch her, and he could easily bring her to beg, as he'd nearly done upon his desk, but she should know him better than that. Should know he savors the chase more than the prize.]

Then what am I?

[It's not a stalling tactic. Not really, anyway. He's truly curious what she thinks of him, beyond just claiming him as her Servant.]