[He flushes, but his words are flamboyant as usual. What would Gilgamesh be if not so self-assured? She's amused by this, so perhaps she needs to reiterate.]

I am grateful for reasons they do not yet appreciate. Because even if I am fortunate to have met you, I am more fortunate that you are so patient with me. [Not everyone is as accommodating as he when it comes to her rage. And it's directed to him to. The world sees him as a tyrant, and they fight him. He claims he is a tyrant, and she knows and accepts it. Because he has never been a tyrant to her. Or, well there was that one Incident--

She flushes, every time he calls her pretty, especially now it is about her hair.] A-ah, I am more curious about what you have in mind. And also...[Actually this has always been on her mind--] If I am your tigress, then what should I call you? [A lion?

Before she could suggest that, she hums quietly, head tilting slightly as she feels his fingers comb through her hair. It's luxurious, and she does appreciate the touch over a comb right now.

Even if she coughs slightly at his words.] You say this knowing you are one of the most handsome men around. [She remembers his reaction to her writing. Amazing.]