[Gilgamesh chuckles behind his hand and waves a gentle dismissal.]

Oh, I think I've some inkling of understanding already.

[He'd presumed as much from their meeting on the battlefield, which could've turned nasty—but didn't. Gilgamesh had no apologies to offer for their turbulent introduction, would've delighted in pursuing him in much the same way, but then Masamune had to complicate matters and genuinely flatter him so maybe his fangs aren't quite as sharp anymore. Still present, undoubtedly, yet softer moments like these also had their merits. He could get used to it, in fact already was, thanks to the makeshift family he'd found there. Where Masamune fit into the family remained to be seen, though it was fair to say he'd made a positive impression on the fickle King. Not bad, all things considered.

Gilgamesh lets the matter go, however, and reaches into his pack for something. That something being a tasty mooncake emblazoned with a dragon. It's large enough for the both of them, and from it wafts a pleasant scent of salted pork. Gilgamesh preferred the sugary varieties, but...]

Here. As I recall, you favor savory over sweet, so I hope it is to your liking.

[It looks as though Gilgamesh is offering to share! Maybe it will be a romantic evening after all.]