[Gilgamesh sets both of his hands on either side of Adra's face. He leans in, touches nose to nose, and mutters under his breath. His was not a voice meant for kindnesses, but even if he can never truly sound soft, he can sound sincere. And he does, word by measured word that falls from his lips.]

I said I found you unfortunate, not unseemly. You assume so much; you assume I would throw you away, or disregard you, because you spoke to displease me. That I would lose interest, that I would bring you to harm, as all others have. That I might leave you, as all others did.

[All very real possibilities. But Gilgamesh pushes past them, and, is his way, makes his own sort of truth instead. Reshapes the board as he sees fit.]

If you need someone, then let it be me. Let me show you how good it can be, and you will want for nothing else.