"Is that how you see the world?" Artoria questioned rhetorically. Of the two forms of arrogance he mentioned, hers was rather obvious. She'd never taken on a job she couldn't complete and no task was outside of her purview. Ah, she knew and understood by his own definition which type of arrogance she possessed. Artoria was reaching for humanity's sake. She was bringing order to chaos before such a time as her death set in upon her. She had happily become the Queen of Camelot, stunting herself in the process. She'd happily become a high tier assassin, once upon a time, to spare her younger siblings as much as she could. And now, she'd help humanity climb the ladder and attain everything they could. Starting with the human she adored the most. Archer's next move was one which should have brought any woman to their knees. But for Jeanne D'Arc, a gentle whisper occurred in her ear. Her lance was planted in the ground, her eyes closed and her hands were clasped together as she thanked those voices for their help. And now the golden majesty that was Gilgamesh was clear for her eyes to see. This was the light he spoke of? What seeing this should make him forgive her for her behavior? She stared. This was a man. That wasn't to be denied she'd been one herself so she understood the physiology. He was golden and glowing. Alright. Like a statue in a museum she could see and understand why he thought himself perfect, but why did he believe a perfect visage entitled him to her adoration? "Emi, are your eyes closed?" she asked of her younger sister, without turning her back to the man before her, after all, she wouldn't want to break form, again. "Oui, the angels warned me, is he naked?" she asked of her older sister, wondering how the lass felt about it, but finding the answer all too quickly. "Yes, for reasons I can not begin to understand..." Artoria mentioned. Oh? So she still hadn't a single normal inclination, that was both comforting and saddening to Jeanne. A sigh of relief was heaved, after all... Artoria might have actually murdered this man if he was naked before her sister. Not because she cared about his nudity, but because she cared about her sister. There was a distinct lack of interest in Artoria, she wasn't a girlish maiden, such notions were cast aside in favor of kingship, so this act didn't stir anything about her. She was fairly certain it couldn't have even if she still maintained some aspect of regular humanity. The truth of the matter was she was likely asexual long before she came to this world. Well, that wasn't entirely the truth, Hoshimi Eri crushed everything about herself to become an assassin. Artoria Pendragon, crushed all of her girlish tendencies and her own growth into a woman also stopped so she could become king... the notion of interest was missing from her mind, thus she had no reaction even to a specimen as perfect as Gilgamesh. Truly she was unmoved by men she respected, why would a man like him actually manage something others could not? "That is not a gift. It would go against my honor to attack a man so very exposed so, if you would do me the kindness of putting your armor back in place... I would be greatly pleased, to continue the work of moving you out of humanity's way."
Just the same Medea was receiving what she saw and felt as the ultimate treatment. She was sure those moments lasted hours as she spilled from within and it was well worth doing, she couldn't even really imagine anything but. Ah, well, there was magic involved with that, but it was so subtle she wasn't sure she would have noticed it at all. Eventually with one final lick all of that would come to an end, and Merlin's hands would be back on her body, gentle pressure and rubs were applied as he stood and eventually his manhood was resting over her pelvis. Her satisfaction would make him hold back... well that wasn't really allowed at all. "Well all immersion is your doing and I won't see you stop. I could always be more satisfied," she mentioned her hips were already gently wiggling what would happen. A slow push forward was about what she sought. Gone was her inhibition and gone were thoughts of rush. She wanted slow and steady to be pushed over the edge... why she wasn't this, she was no longer certain but she knew it was necessity.