Eri's words were heard by Gilgamesh, of this she was certain, but before he responded there was a pleased sort of sound which left his mouth. This seemed to coincide with the bite she'd delievered as a point of her own frustration. He liked that did he? She had to assume so... strange, but the increased vigor with which he met her undercarriage left her quite certain of this fact. Unless it was something more simple, like kicking a horse with spurs to nudge along its movements.
No matter, she was busy discovering something she enjoyed. His face was dangerously close to her own, and when he spoke next, he did so close to her ear. A shudder which involved a tightening of her loins occurred as she drew away from this closeness only to look towards its source quickly finding one of those crimson eyes staring back at the emerald jewel she viewed the world through. Another pulse within her folds, she did really enjoy looking into his eyes as well not that she'd be mentioning that either. Looking at this man caused her a great deal of strange feeling and she could not reconcile it with her desire to rid herself of anything that challenged her ideals. He wanted an explanation, did she even truly have one to give? "You make me feel things..." that voice of hers was so very calm but those little moans had not stopped truly. A bit of honest and frank conversation while her body was invaded by this man seemed to be about as good as anything. "Mostly annoyed and confused but... that's pretty fucked when you think about how much you have managed to stand in my way..." she admitted. "The idea of your death pulls at my soul and even now, when it would be so easy for me to kill you..." her hands were travelling, sliding up and around his neck she could have strangled him. It would have taken some work but under normal circumstances she could have gotten the leverage. "I haven't done it." Her statement finished and those hands began moving around the back of his neck pulling his face in as she finally turned her eyes towards him fully pulling their faces closes and closer to each other. In those eyes of hers were flashes of murderous intent peppered with pleasurable sensation, confusion and bliss. She felt too many things at once to even know how she felt about anything. "I pride myself on my ability to kill things, and here you are, with the audacity to be inside me at my own invitation and still fucking breathing!" Ah, the outrage of one who could not reconcile feelings and why they sparked her to move in such a way. "That is enough, Gil. More than enough..." She pressed their lips together. She had not the ability to express herself favorably. She did not know what it was she felt or how to reconcile it with her identity as she understood it. She only knew that which had set her off her beaten path, which was why he needed to die, but she also was currently incapable of forcing her body to act according to her logic. She was currently flawed and that was his fault, but somehow she also did not mind this, so long as he owned what he'd done. And it seemed that he was content to do exactly that.