[Gilgamesh retains his composure. It wouldn't do any good to yell over him here, he recognizes that, and honestly... he isn't the one who's upset, because Adra still doesn't speak to offend him, instead just rages his heart out. To Gilgamesh, it had quite literally been a forgettable incident, but maybe that hadn't been the case with Adra. He was a lot more invested in this than he could've ever realized. He would argue that Adra was strong, yes, but it seems he may have also forgotten that he was rather sensitive in the same breath.]

I sought to tease you because I like you.

[There wasn't much more to it than that. Not really.]

Because you have my favor. If it was all some grand joke, as you say, would I stand here to convince you otherwise? Would I care enough to hear your concerns? Would I not brush them aside, would I not abandon you, would I not make good on all those promises you so dread?

[Gilgamesh steps forward to rest his fingers upon that fist, discouraging further violence. It didn't suit him at all. It doesn't scare him, but it does unsettle him. He derives no pleasure, seeing him so stressed. He appears as if he might explode, given further provocation.]

You have my love. You are my little sun. Look at me and tell me that I lie.