Helpless and exposed? Artoria had simply been sleeping peacefully, aiming not to bring harm to anyone and enjoy this newfound comfort she had in the presence of Gilgamesh. Of course, it went without saying that she foresaw nothing negative coming of anything she did within this man's presence, but his choice in waking method was one she did not expect at all. Gently stirring was Artoria, even as the prodding of her undercarriage began her consciousness began to flare to life along with something else. Artoria was not the type who could deny something she found herself enjoying even if it was something she'd not been prepared to enjoy in the first place. In a moment like this as flush spread across her flesh and she stretched in ways both physical and metaphorical she found a strange bit of pressure coming from below her waist.
No. Yes? She opened her mouth and what should have been a yawn came out as a moan instead. Deeper and deeper still such a feeling came with a delightful sensation her body clenching around the tool so apt to bury itself within her. Was she dreaming? No. She never dreamed about anything but Avalon. If that was the case, then this was really happening wasn't it? Lidded eyes opened and angled themselves towards the man at her rear. Was this his idea of waking someone up? Well, it was probably one of the better ways she could imagine being woken up... though she was admittedly not sure why such a thing was happening. She was certainly fond enough of the experience to like it. "Umphf... you know people usually give greetings of some sort first thing in the morning..." she mused, ah, but her hips had already begun moving towards his, helping along that burial of her newest divine tool into her person.