Eventually her indecision would fade. By her own logic she assumed it would be when she murdered him but... maybe that wasn't the case at all. She'd tried and very nearly succeeded in killing him the first time they'd met. She should have killed him then, she would have killed him then. She'd had no problem killing anyone else she'd actively decided needed to die, so why was he always living just outside of her expectations? She hadn't figured that out yet, and it was why he was still alive right now. Beyond these points though, apparently there was no disappointment within Gilgamesh about her current level of novice behavior. Several emotions played across her face in the moment. She wanted to protest, to be angry to... something else. That was nice wasn't it? This was how Artoria fell to this man's kindness, because he was so accepting it was nerve-wracking. "I..." she paused what was she to say. "Fine." She conceded in this moment, though her face was admittedly more red than it should have been.
Moving on from this point, apparently she'd said something worthy of laughter when asking about the potential rudeness of using his form as leverage. Laughter so earnest her eyes were shining as she looked at him. What was it now? What thing had she done or said that was worthy of this? He saw this use of his form as a triviality but she did not. Yes, it did not escape her notice that she'd been contorted strangely her body being rocked about, but she'd submitted herself to that the moment she'd not just killed him outright. She had a great deal of faith in this man, though she did not necessarily expect that faith to be extended to her, especially in the case of her being unfamiliar with the task she'd undertaken. Ah, but he had words for that too, his heart beat for her and his loins were they way they were for her sake? So she could use him? He invited her to lean on him, regardless of the situation, and claimed it would be all the more gratifying if she did so, while they were in bed together. She stared at him as her brain processed the information, her heart began skipping beats as her mind caught up to what he'd said. Why was he like this? Why did he make her feel like this? Why didn't she hate it? Her face was reddened and though she'd been looking at his form she found herself looking away for a moment or two. "You say things to me and I never know how to respond..." she was speaking softly again, almost to herself but still in the moment she seemed to settle a bit. "But I don't hate those things you say..." she mentioned softly. She could not say she did not like him speaking to her the way she did. Nor did she feel anything negative when his words came out that way, she could not rightfully express herself so, she acted. That was her nature. Since he had no issue being used that way, she gently pressed against his chest using it as leverage. A bit deeper in he went to her depths and then she pulled back just a tad. A gentle bit of surprise crossed her face as she continued these sorts of motions burying him deeper and deeper within herself at every plunge. Actually, using him for this sort of leverage wasn't half bad, she could already feel tingles as her loins began to both accomodate better and gently convulse around him.