[Gives it a few minutes... actually, it's more like a few seconds before he comes creeping back and starts hovering over her shoulder with a hopeful expression.]

But surely you would not deny your favorite Servant his proper portion. That is too cruel, even for you.

[For someone who was putting her through the ropes just to prove herself as Master, he sure was abusing their previous familiarity here. Then again, it's Gilgamesh, so he probably saw it less as abuse and more as his right to do whatever he pleased.

Flirtatiously, he reaches over to pull his fingers through a few threads of silvery hair.]

Although... thinking about it more... a private meal with you, hailing from my homeland, might be pleasant.