[It works to his favor anyway; Gilgamesh finds the shyness endearing, and so slips behind him onto the mattress with a suspicious lack of sound. Suspicious because it suggests that Gilgamesh was very, very good at the art of ambushing others when he chose to. But here, it's only his hands waiting in ambush, and only to claim the comb and coax Adra out of his coat.]

I never would've guessed you to be so domestic. You are truly a talent in the field, Adra.

[Just like a proper woman, he stops short of teasing. Although he'd largely hoisted himself into Adra's home out of convenience, he was growing to like it more and more for other reasons. For the company, and also for the relative privacy. Gilgmaesh was a social creature, but even he prized some alone time every now and then.

Gilgamesh pulls out a particularly tangled length of hair and starts combing it out.]

I never would've guessed... that you might favor others so much. That you could love, so much and so freely, without prejudice or judgment.

[Some might envy him for that. But Gilgamesh didn't.]