Being the master of such an arrogant servant was quite a bit of work. However, you had grown used to it; which is why it estranged you not having seen Gilgamesh around. You're preparing some lunch, minding your own business, when you feel a pair of strong arms wrapping around your waist, and a soft sigh as someone buries their head into your shoulder. You glance, and sure enough, it's the king's golden hair. This was unlike him. He never even touched you.