[He's never been summoned like this before - it's a gauche process, really, a power that yanks him from his place at the throne without his assent. Still. Still. Someone has called, and he cannot ignore the fact that he would have agreed to answer anyways.

What a fearless summoner this must be! What a blasphemous man, to assume he'd have the king's approval!

Somehow, Gilgamesh is curious - it abates the anger, at the very least. It makes the situation a bit more palatable. And when the smoke clears, when he sees the face of the Master who called, he feels an unfamiliar twinge in his gut. Familiarity? Gratitude? He does not know the latter word, not well enough to call it forth properly in his mind, so he simply glares down at the man, confused and disapproving.

For all the knowledge the throne can bestow upon him, it does not distribute the names of Masters freely - that's something that must be exchanged properly by one's own choosing. Still, Gilgamesh knows this man's face and can speak his name.]

...Tohsaka Tokiomi. What foolishness possesses you to call me here?