[Since Setsuna has demonstrated some reticence to slip into the water together, Gilgamesh settles with him on the ground instead. He pulls the man up and against him so he feels less exposed, hands looping casually about his waist. He faces him with a soft smile, utterly at ease as he is always is in his presence. He reaches to brush a bit of imaginary dust off his cheek, then lets his eyes slide shut in contentment.]

You give this King just enough, brave little blade. Do not worry over it.

[Though Gilgamesh is greedy, and will always want more, he's resigned himself to Setsuna's limited understanding. Ironic, considering what his ultimate goals are, but even Gilgamesh knows there are other ways to reach people beyond sexual intimacy. Maybe Setsuna knew of just such a way, that the great King of Heroes couldn't imagine. Just as faith had been placed in him, he would place his faith in Setsuna to carve a path towards that faraway future.

He won't quite escape Gilgamesh touching him, though, almost insistently. One of his hands weaves through dark, dark hair, curls through his bangs fondly.]

I am happy to see you safe. Tell me, how did your foray into the towers go? I would hear all about your adventures, until the sun itself sets upon us.