[That earns a derisive scoff.]

Don't confuse yourself with the likes of me, mongrel. I'd wager you've lost more than that before.

[Gilgamesh continues to linger, and eventually takes the halfway route of toeing at her with his foot. Look, it's sort of like helping without actually doing it, so much can only be expected from him. At least he's not hissing and snarling and making otherwise aggressive gestures towards her, which might precede a sudden lunge.

For now.]

Get up already. You look most unseemly on the ground; it embarrasses me.