[Gods, whoever let one creature be so beautiful... sometimes, Gilgamesh wasn't the best at reading body language, but here he knows he's struck gold. Literally. It's as if all that awkwardness has evaporated between them, and its place stands genuine joy. Gilgamesh reaches for either side of Adra's face, and lifts his head high, like the most beloved prize. The King and his treasure, side by side and smiling.]

Good. This pleases me.

[Gilgamesh lets him go after basking in that mutual sun he's always able to conjure on the spot, then gestures to the bed.]

It would please me all the more to spoil you with it. You have made our house a home, and in so doing, have more than earned your reward.