[Cute isn't quite the word he'd use. Beautiful, maybe. Stunning. A look that, in another time, and another place, where this Archer heeded her call instead of another, he would've gladly served. Perhaps it is true that only a woman could leash Gilgamesh in any meaningful way.

Gilgamesh, for once, does not overstep. He does not push his luck. He lets go. He gets back to his feet, schooling his features determined again. Shishi perks up, as he recognizes this face as the face that preceded an order of some kind, some command. But like that imaginary attack, this does not come, either.

He addresses her thus, and for the first time it is of clear respect:]

I do not know what will become of us. If I might serve as your enemy, or as your ally. If I might grow to hate the world so much that despair would eclipse my heart, or embrace it, as she has done without exception. I have wishes, I have desires, but whether or not they come to pass...

[Gilgamesh shakes his head, showcasing a rare uncertainty.]

Well, you magi make preparations for everything, don't you? For every scenario. For now I can only say [a faint smile] "we'll see".