[Gilgamesh reaches over to pull at his cheek, a little more overtly teasing than his previous comment.]

Good looking? Mm, I am not so certain... you've a very youthful face, to be sure, but an unforgivably unkempt styling of hair. Your eyes are almost too pure, in a sense; your cheeks are rather doughy, and your brows rather bushy. And I do spy a bit of unsightly fat around the waist.

[Which Gilgamesh pokes at. Without regrets. Though, despite his harsh critique, his own eyes are bright and warm in the fading light. Maybe a side effect of all the drink he's imbued, or maybe Bolin's unflinching earnestness has won him over. And the flower crown might have helped, too. Might.

Either way, he looks relaxed in Bolin's presence. This is a good thing, when keeping company with a self-professed tyrant.]

But I have seen worse, I suppose. I'll give you a pass for now, perhaps... a four out of ten?

[Ouch.]