[Gilgamesh, who has every intention of honoring his word, flicks his gaze away with the cloak gone. There is no desire within him for this woman. There is no urge to take advantage, as once there may have been. He looks upon her too fondly and some small part of him has drifted from that savagery which otherwise would've pressed an attack of a similar nature.
Perhaps Gilgamesh would still hurt a woman, if pushed to an extreme. Perhaps he would still claim a woman against her will, if feeling particularly greedy. But Gilgamesh would not hurt this one, and any death—if it ever became necessary—would be swift and merciful.]
I would stay as long you desired it.
[He pauses a moment, receptive as ever to his title. It is then reciprocated in turn with the fairest, sincerest respect.]
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Perhaps Gilgamesh would still hurt a woman, if pushed to an extreme. Perhaps he would still claim a woman against her will, if feeling particularly greedy. But Gilgamesh would not hurt this one, and any death—if it ever became necessary—would be swift and merciful.]
I would stay as long you desired it.
[He pauses a moment, receptive as ever to his title. It is then reciprocated in turn with the fairest, sincerest respect.]
Lady Merida.