[Go away, the stranger all but says. Come closer, Gilgamesh all but hears. Gilgamesh fluffs up those impressive wings and glides down, smooth as could be, flashing a flirtatious smirk at Masamune. Gilgamesh had earned something of a reputation for predatory behavior off the clock, and so too does he display it here.]

It does not appear you are making much progress.

[Never mind his superb eyesight, it's just a very specific guess based on observation. Really, Masamune looks downright lost. His favorite type of person to lead further astray.]

Are you certain you did not even desire a hint of some sort? There is no shame in asking.