[King Gilgamesh, is it? The corners of his mouth turn up in clear amusement, and he leans forward, propping his head on his free hand. His expression mirrors something that could be commonly enough found on her own face: mischievous and playful, rather catlike in itself.]

I venture it doubtful you'd do well as a pet. And I would not want to chain you besides; I find much greater pleasure in the chase.

[His ankle nudges ever so slightly against hers. It would not be a mistake to see it as blatantly flirtatious, because it is.]

So the better question is... would you run, were I to pursue?