[Gilgamesh's expression turns downright coy as he uses the moment as an excuse to sneak Pearl back into his arms and whirl her around as if she'd won anyway. She was in good cheer about it, and therefore so was he. As sore of a loser as he tended to be, she tempered him well—encouraged him to be a better person as he encouraged Pearl to see herself in a better light.]

Next time, borrow one of mine. I guarantee I've weaponry even a being of the homeworld has never seen before.

[Though it's a suggestion mostly made in jest. Pearl's too stubborn to use anything she hasn't made herself, he realizes.]

Next time... I will expect a sound victory. So ordered by the King.