[With that peculiar disappearing act from before, Gilgamesh lifts the wine to his lips, and it just... vanishes in the space of a sip. Truth be told, he could put away gallons of it at once, had before at several festivals already, but he must remain sharp for the remainder of their evening together. It wouldn't suit a marchioness to keep company with a drunkard, after all. Even behind closed doors, politics yet prevailed.
Gilgamesh reaches for the box a second time, though apparently finds plenty of amusement in stringing Hermione along since he stops yet again to tease her yet again. More softly, however, with a more serious note.]
Do not fret over this. Make of it as much or as little as you'd like.
[As much as it aggravates him, he must act nobly and give her an out. Give her room to run and hide if she so pleases, so he can find another path back around. Expressions betray nothing, but forcing her hand betrays everything. It must be her decision, no matter what.]
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Gilgamesh reaches for the box a second time, though apparently finds plenty of amusement in stringing Hermione along since he stops yet again to tease her yet again. More softly, however, with a more serious note.]
Do not fret over this. Make of it as much or as little as you'd like.
[As much as it aggravates him, he must act nobly and give her an out. Give her room to run and hide if she so pleases, so he can find another path back around. Expressions betray nothing, but forcing her hand betrays everything. It must be her decision, no matter what.]