[ The door shuts with a quiet click behind her and she walks forward, following him over and watching with a raised eyebrow as he settles on his bed. It wouldn't be the first time she had joined him there, she thinks, though being a lioness is far different from being a woman. If she hadn't gotten to know him better, been aware that all the people around the Citadel knew they were good friends, then she would be a little more hesitant. It's not like she hasn't lounged around in a boy's room before - she used to go into the boy's dorms, for heaven's sake!

Slowly, Hermione lowers herself onto the edge of the mattress, reaching for the glass of wine - acquired taste, but not as terrible as she had thought it was when she first arrived - and sips at it. Her eyebrows raise before of course she notes the box, the tease of it, but she doesn't walk into his game. She just smiles. ]

Of course I was. I heard lots of people whispering about how kind Gilgamesh is and how lovely and gentle he is.

[ It's not accusatory, of course. It's just a simple fact and she softens, looking down at her glass. It's touching, it is, that he cared enough to make sure she had one nice day out of many less than pleasant ones. ]

Thank you for that. You really didn't have to.