It was to be expected that Artoria had some choice words of rebut to offer him. Alas, those words were accompanied by... almost precisely what he'd been fishing for. She'd receive his 'gift' when he was keen to provide it, said the queen. How very pointed. The movements of Artoria's body made things clear as sunshine, but the words of her mouth were worth a very specific type of response. "For all your talk of spewing flowers, you seem very content to do the same yourself," he declared. Ah, the differences between Artoria Pendragon and her original self. That one would have offered more titillating words; of this, he was sure. In thinking about it though, he understood that such differences in personalities only made the queen he'd chosen that much more interesting. There were variances to how she said this and that, but the same meaning was delivered regardless. "No matter. You make an excellent point regardless."

Indeed, her point stood in spite of whatever delivery method she chose. Gilgamesh would look forward to whatever speech patterns Artoria, or Eri, opted for in future... but for now, he'd go forth free of constraint. The thrusting remained consistent, even as his seed gushed outward. There were a few spurts; the first couple would go uninterrupted. By the last, however, Gilgamesh would be found pushing forward. It was but a natural reaction, and of course... it wasn't one he'd be stopping himself from committing to─ Artoria would simply have to deal with a slightly more intense final thrust.