Siduri Giggles

His heart sank.

Siduri was composed, kind, and well-spoken. She didn't let emotion overrun her face or decisions. He didn't believe she was the type to give a half-suppressed laugh at a man's most vunerable, most sensitive part. There was already a veil on her mouth and adding a hand stiffled her reaction entirely.

Ritsuka could barely hear the quiet giggle, even though he was so close, while Gilgamesh didn't notice at all.

Her head shaking slightly, Siduri said, "I see you and the king are the same."

Fuck, so she knows!

"Do not worry, Ritsuka Fujimaru. Siduri has been my aid since childhood. She has seen my form many times."

Since...childhood?

Ritsuka suddenly suspected Siduri for Gilgamesh's overly inflated ego. For the lightshow his crotch showed, he really, really wasn't special. Not remotely. Not even average.

Ritsuka casted a glance. Indeed, Gilgamesh's manhood was light but half an inch and simply...hilarious. His body was flawless. His obliques pointed to something impressive and god-like. Nope. He was human in the one sense he shouldn't have been.