...No good. He was already bored. 

Gilgamesh had hoped for fighting. He had hoped for mongrels tearing at each other. Instead, what he was seeing was... by the crumbling tower of babel, was that patch up job trying to use psychological warfare on the black haired girl? That Frankenstein wasn't going to fight directly? Who did he think he was, thinking he had the right to attempt a mongrel's psychological attack like that?

Clutching his head, the King of heroes sighed, admitting that he had been a bit of a fool to even think these mongrels could entertain him on his own. They were not like the mad dog that hat surprisingly struck him - they were foolish. Hopping off of the branch Gilgamesh had been using as a platform and watching from, the King of Heroes undid his dematerialization, revealing himself to the rest of the plebians who would now catch sight of him. Walking silently towards Stein, Gilgamesh stopped a bit short and placed a comforting if still not golden gauntlet wearing hand on Blake's shoulder. 

"Good. Good, plebian." The king... complmented? Well, it was probably the closest he could get... yes, the king made the closest thing to a compliment he could make to the faunus. "Do not dare fall for the thing's psychological pettiness. You are my subject. It is unsightly to do so." 

It wasn't exactly the comforting, rallying speech that a king would normally give his men, nor did Blake probably even have any consciousness of Gilgamesh being her King, what with her probably never having even heard of him and all, but there was little other way for the most arrogant chaotic good king of all time to express himself. The girl should be thankful the king didn't snub her completely and directly confront the little patch up job that was bringing in bad mental images to her. 

Speaking of the little patch up job... 

Raising his head from the little Faunus girl, Gilgamesh turned to Stein and sighed. "I had hoped that you had more exciting things planned then psychological make-believe." he said with great disdain. "But such expressions of disappointment are wasted on you, are they not? After all, you are insane. You are raving, you are incoherent, you are a mad barking hound who takes it's only joy in finding those weaker than it and making them suffer. And above all, you are a mad barking hound just waiting to be put down."