[The compliment beings a slight blush to Diarmuid's face. He doesn't stop to even wonder if the harp is in play here or if Gilgamesh is serious. In his mind, it has to be the work of the harp.]

Thank you, though the king is being far too gracious now, I think...

[Since the chocobo has finishes eating now and actually is starting to look a little sleepy, Diarmuid slowly and carefully picks it up and cuddles it against his chest. He then turns to Gilgamesh and smiles.]

It might be a little safer to try and pet him now, if you still wish to.