[Gilgamesh flushes, genuinely flattered by the praise. Naturally, he responds as expected to it.]

Undoubtedly so! You are very fortunate indeed to have met me, and very insightful to recognize it. Alas, not all prove so grateful as you.

[Much as it might be nice to have this world on his heels before him, even Gilgamesh may have recognize it simply wasn't meant to be, that his proper garden was to be tended far away from here. Even so, he seeks to rise as high as he possibly can, because doing so meant it would be all the easier to spoil those he favored.

Hair accessories and nail polish. Well, a woman was a woman, after all. Gilgamesh nods thoughtfully, and makes a mental note to pick up a few presents for her soon.]

It will be done, then. You've certainly locks worthy of it; look how pretty my little tigress is.

[He combs a hand through her hair, suddenly wishing he had a brush in his hands. For now, his fingers will have to suffice.]

I must keep her looking her best. Otherwise, I'd be embarrassed as a man in her company.