Come now. Just because I am the birthday boy doesn't mean you need to shower me with flattery. We know who the real star was and always will be.

[Once Gilgamesh has taken the glass of wine he wants, Diarmuid moves over to drop the bag with his egg in it off in a chair near the bed. He then takes a seat on the bed as he has been told to. Honestly, he would usually be more wary, but it is hard to worry when the golden king's energy reads as so open, welcoming, and happy. It is nice to know that it wasn't someone upsetting him that caused him to leave the party. It was something else.

Diarmuid raises his glass in a toast.]

To the King of Heroes, he who came first and to who we owe so much.