[Gilgamesh won't reach out to touch. He's near enough to, but he doesn't. He just keeps watching Levi, intensely, and were he a proper Servant again his aura could be felt, draping around him like a thick blanket. As it stands, Gilgamesh has only his words and his looks to ensnare him, and he doesn't appear too convinced by either.

Even so, this was a matter of pride for Gilgamesh, and Gilgamesh never gave up on those.]

I say what I know. Pleasure is why all human beings exist. It exists within every heart and soul, even among the most stoic. We fight, to pleasure our urges; we protect, to please others; we live on, to please ourselves. Even you, Levi, understand this fundamental principle.

[And so he says what he thinks, what he suspects in that ever cautious mind of his:]

Pleasure is power. Pleasure is wisdom, temperament, feeling. It defines the human experience. Simply put, to deny pleasure is to deny yourself.