[An amused twinkle enters Diarmuid's eyes. If Gilgamesh is complaining so, then he obviously is just fine.]

Look at it this way, apparently he knows the very best when it is offered to him. My bird has good taste.

We should think of-- What do you mean it suits me?

[Diarmuid looks closer at the small bird wondering what about it was so like him. Energetic? Well maybe. And it is green, but that is about it. He turns a curious look up at the golden king.]

How so? Besides the fact it is green and energetic?