[ He relaxes and, for a moment, so does she. The tension slips out of her and it's like this was all one long, hilarious joke, that this all came together for him to tease her and bring a flush to her cheeks. It's not that simple, of course, it's not like this is just going to stop or that things are going to just disappear; this is going to be something that weighs on her mind, that follows her from now into the future, and she's going to have to give it some serious thought and consideration.

The fact that Gilgamesh is so relaxed does soothe her and she lifts her hand, brushing it over the ring again, the blood red gemstone and the markers of who they would be, joined together. Her throat feels dry and she nods her head, her eyes lifting to look at him. Of course he would be so lax and dreamy. He's so content and it makes her a little uneasy, as if this was something he had actually expected. ]

You should find someone that will make you happy. I can't promise that will ever be me, Gilgamesh.

[ It's not like there are people that he couldn't turn to. It's only when she feels her fingers still stroking over the ring that she snaps out of it and she shakes her head, gripping at the metal band before she lifts herself up and leans forward. ]

Do you want it back? I didn't agree to your proposal so it doesn't really feel right to keep something like this.

[ She's hesitant. It's beautiful, after all, and she does rather want to keep it. ]