[Gilgamesh sounds cool, composed, a perfect match to that analytical inquiry. He could boast at length at fantasies he's had of his Master, how of course she belonged in his bed, everyone he lusted for did, and Saber too someday, how fascinating he found him, how he wanted to put hands all over him and tear him apart...
But he refrains. Archer, yet again like an animal, responded to precise gestures. Blunt statements. He had no taste for long-winded rants, for extended imagery no matter how beautiful Gilgamesh would argue it to be. He wanted short answers, so he would get them.
He wanted a simple exchange, so this was it. This was the price of poker.]
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[Gilgamesh sounds cool, composed, a perfect match to that analytical inquiry. He could boast at length at fantasies he's had of his Master, how of course she belonged in his bed, everyone he lusted for did, and Saber too someday, how fascinating he found him, how he wanted to put hands all over him and tear him apart...
But he refrains. Archer, yet again like an animal, responded to precise gestures. Blunt statements. He had no taste for long-winded rants, for extended imagery no matter how beautiful Gilgamesh would argue it to be. He wanted short answers, so he would get them.
He wanted a simple exchange, so this was it. This was the price of poker.]