Artoria had a hand over her face again. Truly this man would say anything he wished and mean it absolutely. That she was born herself was reason enough for him to do anything he did. Not even as Artoria Pendragon, but as Hoshimi Eri. "I am certain we have two very different ideas about my nature..." she said not even realizing how very pink her cheeks were at a moment like this. Hoshimi Eri was an assassin, she was a murderer who killed simply because she was paid to do so. She was not a pleasant person nor a deserving person. Artoria Pendragon was similar, a killer who murdered but at least her skills were being used implicitly for good, with the mantle of Chivalry to give others a fighting chance against her. "But you are so very certain about what you say, I find it bothersome to consider," she offered honestly. Gilgamesh was such a strange man to her, she was certain he was truthful but also very sure he could not fully understand why she was the way she was. Why wouldn't he just accept being talked out of his ideations about her, all could be well if he would simply accept it.
Oh well, she did not have time to argue the finer points of her existence with the King of Heroes. Or rather, her original existence. Right at the moment they were discussing her distaste for the clairvoyant and her apparent hypocrisy. She'd wondered if such a thing could truly escape his sight, she'd asked for it to be hidden but it wasn't him she was hiding her new found sight from. Instead it was the others who made her wary even just a tad who made her wish for an unknown skill. Some habits die hard and that one wasn't going anywhere. "First and foremost no one bothers me more than me," she said as a declaration of absolute fact, she was no liar after all. "Second, my sight is not something so fanciful as what I find truly annoying. Since I could not be given title as the norm, I took instead a tool for the sake of clarity in the here and now. About the Welsh Dragon though, it is something clear in even my birth though none truly understand it. There is nothing to be so concerned about," she said calmly. Her cup was filled almost to the point of overflow and she'd take it up to her lips once more and sip it down to more reasonable levels. As for her desire to have her younger sister not know about her swearing it seemed that the King of Heroes was agreeable to the situation, though he found humor in what she wished. "I was not in any position to be a good person to start with, then raised on a farm and then this... it is not normal to change so completely with every shift in life. The Queen of Saints can be a slave-driver about her sticking points my use of colorful language has always been one of them. She is our pride and joy though so, for her sake, I do try," she said gently. At a point halfway through this cup she had found herself speaking to the King of Heroes with the same calmness she'd had more than a decade ago. She did not understand this at all. If she thought she could get away with it, she'd probably just have disappeared into the armory or her barn. Care for horses and weapons in a quiet evening, instead of anything like a party. She'd finish that drink and take a deep breath clutching both Rhongomyniad and the cup of her victory. Shoulders back, disposition shifted, it was like watching her become a completely different person over the course of a few seconds, as she shifted to what she should be for such a thing as a victory celebration, such was her nature. Hoshimi Eri was so rarely herself she couldn't even be sure who that person was... or if they even existed to start with... but that was a problem for a different time.