[Don't take this as a challenge, she says. Too late, he thinks.]

You're a resilient mongrel, I see.

[Gilgamesh reaches out for her cheek and gives it a sharp tug. Not enough to hurt, but enough to tease in a way that's clearly mean-spirited... and might just ring a few bells of familiarity for her. Or just alarming ones, that would be the appropriate reaction to this.]

And stuffing yourself with all that food, too. Such a pig, I should punish your decadence.