[Unaware of the gold cup materialized behind Grainne, Gilgamesh continues to lean over the other Servant, the laughter beginning to fade from his lips.]
How many different things have you called me now? Ridiculous boy, perverted brat. And yet you are not running away.
[He gives no hint of an answer to Grainne's latter comment, simply crowding over her as if he could smother her with his presence in the middle of a lounge room.]
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How many different things have you called me now? Ridiculous boy, perverted brat. And yet you are not running away.
[He gives no hint of an answer to Grainne's latter comment, simply crowding over her as if he could smother her with his presence in the middle of a lounge room.]