[So too does he, though he offers something of a... different wish. As to be expected from a King of Gilgamesh's stature.]

To the handsome man, who crossed my threshold and boldly offers me wine with his praise. Do not doubt it; I've taken note.

[And then he drinks, and drinks, and drinks. And it's so very good, which he would expect from such fine Celtic stock. Perhaps his people really did know how to have a good time. They'd proven as much during the party, anyway.

Gilgamesh's glancing at Lancer could only be called suggestive as it is now.]

I heard it took some dragging to get you here. How unfortunate you'd so carelessly turn away my affection.