[With no need for heavier armor, Gilgamesh changes in a flash of magical power from gilded plate to casual attire. He curls up by the fire like a very contented cat, as he always appeared outside his armor, soaking it up and humming.

In front of her sits, and true to his word despite how close they are, he keeps his hands to himself and appears to have no interest in changing that anytime soon. He can behave, on rare occasion, even with his reputation.]

Now that I consider it, you did owe me for the rescue...

[He thinks on it, or at least makes a show of looking as if he does, then pipes up:]

Tell me of this Black Shuck! And fae folk! And other stories! And we shall consider ourselves even.