[Gilgamesh hums pleasantly at her reciprocation, and just barely restrains himself from covering her in kisses everywhere he can reach. This was part of the reason why he was comfortable around her; she accepted his advances, his near constant need for contact, without so much as a complaint. How could he not help but feel affection towards such an accommodating woman?]

Well, certainly. You are coming with me for that little adventure, if I'm to be any help to you at all.

[It's a date. It's always a date, isn't it? As for the library, Gilgamesh shrugs.]

Perhaps I'll employ another's eyes and ears to handle any research. I'm a bit too busy to be poking my nose in a book these days.

[Yet in the same breath he'd brag over having the greatest collection of them in all the world. Contrary to the very end, this one.]