"He knows what happened between Saber and I, back during the battle. He knows I drove back the darkness in her. He did not ask how -- perhaps if I am lucky his arrogance is enough that he believes he does not need me for such a thing -- but there is a chance he may decide to push me on it later." Lancelot's lips flick up, amused for a moment. "He offered me a weapon from his great treasury for helping him."

Letting out a sigh he tops up his drink a little sits back and shakes his head.

"Are you sure," he begins more quietly, "it is wise for you to stay so close to him despite your fear? To believe you can change him? Such things -- they rarely end well. I am a great believer in forgiveness, Diarmuid, but that man -- the look in his eyes when he fought me. It is the same look Reynard had, and that only ended in bloodshed. If Gilgamesh begins to crave what power Drabwurld can give him on top of his own, if he believes others are in his way --"

He doesn't finish the sentence, lets Diarmuid imagine the answer for himself. Lancelot thinks he can, well enough.