[Gilgamesh misinterprets the gesture, holding that hand to his cheek and leaning into her touch. At once he becomes docile and quiet; almost like considerate if not for the ignorance that got them this far in the first place. He presumes the blush to be one of pleasure and so continues to push his luck, undeterred.]
Then come to mine.
[Like this, he's handsome, and gentle, full of poise and grace. Hardly a man who forced himself upon others or demanded the unthinkable. He peers at her expectantly, as if hoping for something. Wanting to hear one answer in particular he'd been angling for all along.
For all that he'd deceived her, he was honest in at least one regard: the affection shown her was very real, indeed, if twisted by his own nature.]
Unless you've suddenly found yourself otherwise engaged...?
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Then come to mine.
[Like this, he's handsome, and gentle, full of poise and grace. Hardly a man who forced himself upon others or demanded the unthinkable. He peers at her expectantly, as if hoping for something. Wanting to hear one answer in particular he'd been angling for all along.
For all that he'd deceived her, he was honest in at least one regard: the affection shown her was very real, indeed, if twisted by his own nature.]
Unless you've suddenly found yourself otherwise engaged...?