Gilgamesh was always full of things to say. In this moment his issue was with the idea that Artoria was hiding her joy for the sake of upholding her public persona. Meanwhile he claimed that any who would judge her shouldn't be capable of it, given her higher status, in his own eyes, and moreover that he would be the type to embrace such things and use them as an example to those who did not know what kind of joy to seek. That was a strangely heartwarming thing to say, alas, her two lifetimes had taught her something very different as part of her acclimation to life. "Those words are quite warm from one like you... too bad the rest of the world in two of my lives very markedly disagree with that by virtue of experience. Judgement is not something I deem many capable of in my case, but to be taken in earnest, the way I exist... requires severity. I cannot be joyous or happy it would make me normal. Those who see me as such can only be close enough to me not to be problematic, lest it become necessary for me to use even more force than I already do to assert myself. My life is violence, and I enjoy that, but I should not have to create hell to be taken seriously," she stated. In truth, Hoshimi Eri and Artoria Pendragon both had to uphold a certain standard of existence, to be frightening and abnormal enough to carry out their tasks. Such things were hard to actualize when you were slight or appeared to have weaknesses of any sort. To be taken seriously as an assassin, she had to hide a certain amount of humanity, mainly joy. And the same was required on her journey to being King. She hardly saw it as a loss, to have a public persona for dealing with the masses and a private one for dealing with those close to her, such was pretty standard.
Moving on from that point, that tap to the forehead of Gilgamesh and their shift in conversation seemed to bring about some interesting words as well. Another lap was taken as she heard his words. There was the claim that any reservations he held were for pity or preservation of whatever had his attention. He considered her to be the second of those things. He also claimed a great confusion not knowing which version of the lass he would be speaking to, given what had to be done to bring one or the other to the surface at any given point. And in a moment like this, those green eyes of hers narrowed and sharpened. "I am always myself, regardless of the face I wear, tasks I complete and the mechanics of this world..." she clarified. Face was an interesting term here, because she used it in the way she did with her family, to denote the many personas she took to complete her jobs, as she saw them. Artoria Pendragon was such a face, but at her core she was just herself. There were differences between her in use personality and her base but she felt the truth of those words at the core of her being, well past even the Assassin known as Hoshimi Eri. "Also I did not only mean restraints I also meant the words. A couple of your known phrases have appeared from time to time... perhaps yours are simply locked away too~" she teased, sticking her tongue out soon after only to zip off again. A long squeal to accompany the sudden and speedy movement which would right her again. How would she finish her little ride? Well, she'd speed towards the bed only to launch herself towards it, while sending back the hover pod, leaving herself flying into the comfort of the mattress and Gilgamesh giggling maniacally whether he managed to catch her or not.