[They had discussed it, briefly, in the past, the addictions of his people. Adra may be looking healthier for now, but he knows that he wants more, knows that he needs more for this malaise to truly fade. But because his demeanor has shifted from defiant to amenable, Gilgamesh alters his approach accordingly. The endgame remains the same; he hasn't changed his mind, only his tactics.]

Adrasteius...

[His hands slide firmer around him, deep into those waves and waves of beautiful hair. Red eyes stare into green. One could easily lose themselves in either, and as a former being of magic he feels that tug nearly as strongly, yet Gilgamesh resolves to stay in control of the situation. Someone had to, in the otherwise absence of reason.]

Come to my quarters. I would be gentle with you.

[Quite a shift from his earlier threats. But he is softer now, more docile, more willing to accommodate him.]

You know I have desired you for some time. It would be of great benefit to the both of us.