"I'd be quite happy watching this world burn, I think."

And that is, indeed, the end of it. Bitter eyes cast towards Hermione for stealing his treasure away, and then he's moving on, moving past—at least until Dorian seizes upon his thoughts with such force Gilgamesh stumbles, isn't even allowed a graceful exit. More than anything Hermione has said, this puts him in true pain, and his face twists to reflect it.

"No."

Gilgamesh refuses the command. He refuses his Master and fires back, though blissfully keeps it in the realm of thoughts... for now. Bound this way, he has no choice but to abide Dorian until he lets go.

Your meddling has consequences. Look what it has done. Yet if you've truly no regrets, then it won't matter.

I won't come to you. Burn a Seal if it is your wish. But I won't come. Not this time.

Bed her instead, this vixen, this friend of yours. You may enjoy my company again when I give you permission, and not a moment sooner.

Dorian pulls; Gilgamesh pushes back, twice as hard, yanking on him in every feasible way, delivering the words that aren't, what he knows will sting.

I reject you, Dorian Gray.