[Gilgamesh takes a cozily close seat beside Masamune and listens, attentive and bright-eyed.

He might have a taste for the bloodthirsty, or the lusty, but as far as moons were involved there's only one genre that suits: romance. And what better romance than between a rabbit and its caretaker! Gilgamesh laughs and laughs, thinks back to the stories of his own time. Of course, he remembers everything, and remembers similar legends, though he didn't place much stock in them. Gods may have been real, and magic may have ruled the earth, but for a being like Gilgamesh logic still prevailed. Mostly. It was also his perogative to behave irrationally...

He has a feeling Masamune may tilt towards the fanciful for his own reasons and ribs him in the side with an elbow.]

The brave "One-Eyed Dragon" waxing such tales of yore strikes me as a bit odd. Aren't you a man of rougher preferences?

[He's teasing at Masamune's expensive, though it isn't as sharp-tongued as it tends to be. Who knew a great samurai could be so cultured? Or so cute.]

Honestly, the sort of wars you fought in... the carnage you caused, the chaos you witnessed... I would not expect it to produce someone like you.

[...it's a compliment. Really. Truly. At least he's smiling as he says it.]