Gilgamesh lets the heavier armor fade away into casual clothing, and so sits beside Diarmuid with his back to the trunk. His endless taste for wine quite possibly being the worst kept secret of all time, his eyes light up seeing the bottle. How thoughtful of him, and just another reminder that this Servant really was prepared for everything as far as decorum went. Five stars once again.

"No need to ask," Gilgamesh assents, relaxing with one leg drawn to his chest and the other splayed outward. Like a child, almost. "Under the condition you recount every perilous moment 'til the end. That was my rightful kill, you know."

But he doesn't sound too pressed about it. Just playfully put out, and that's much better than the alternative.