I think this is yours

Once Siduri is on her way home with Urtur, Gil can finally relax enough to give Artorias his full attention. A dry laugh, one that is not surprised Siduri had found herself at someone else's party. Could she not wait for her own that would be soon to come? Either way, Gil is still glad and somewhat proud that at such a young age Siduri can conduct herself in a polite, respectful, and mature manner. Or at least that's what he'll tell himself for now. Whether she was all of those things or just one of them would be left up to his own imagination.

"You are not wrong about that. She is really is the pride and joy of the litter so far," Gil jokes, a teasing grin on his lips as he looks from Siduri's retreating form over to Artorias. "We say as parents that we don't have favorites, but I can't say that's totally true," he laughs and gives his head a small shake before sighing. There it was. Gil wasn't surprised that Artorias wanted to speak of other things, more on the political side. If he hadn't, he probably would have sent someone else to escort Siduri home or let her leave on her own. What was her safety to him anyway?

"I do believe a good fight can tell a lot about a wolf," his own grin is slightly lopsided though perhaps not as naturally as Artorias'. "Surprised me that the new guy was able to best us, but I suppose that comes with getting older," Gil jokes, getting himself comfortable by sitting in the sand and leaning on a hip. "Aside from my daughter trespassing, are the Hallows doing well? With the change of paw among other packs, one can never be too sure," he raises a brow slightly, content to be friendly and possibly find some sort of comradery with Artorias.

"speech"