A simple question posed to Gilgamesh never received a simple answer if Artoria was the one to pose it. She'd realized this quite some time ago. He argued against the idea of being tired, much the way a small child argued against getting ready for bed, but not without the normal fanfare of such an activity. He abandoned the darts game so Artoria sent them away as she always would when he tired of them. She'd had her fill, her three goblets of wine and a simple and playful evening. "If you say so..." she claimed. Still his reaction to such a thing was rather surprising to Artoria. Why? Instead of the normal fare of asking for extra time, or claiming not to be fully energized while falling asleep... he claimed he was simply a man at peace. He claimed what he sought was not sleep, but relaxation, brought about solely by her presence in these very chambers. That was so much more than simply being tired, and what was more he wrapped an arm around her torso. She looked at him with wide eyes, wishing to hide, but not pulling away... that warmth as always was rather inviting, there was also the matter of her reddened face which she now felt the need to hide. What better place to do so than against the muscles of his chest.
"You really just keep saying things like that..." she mumbled against him. "And it just keeps surprising me, but I do not dislike it..." she stated. It was not normal for people to like her being around as a matter of general comfort. Sure, she was strong and she fought well, she could protect people but she did not see the sort of world where just anyone enjoyed having her around for the sake of their relaxation. It was a notion she did not understand yet one she could not argue against. More so than that, over a few seconds her body relaxed against his, draped in a sheet she tucked herself into his body and found more than enough space to warm herself against.