There was something jointly terrifying and mesmerizing about Gil in this state. He just wanted to throw himself at the boy's feet and beg to be allowed to serve him. Dammit, that was as good as admitting he was a stronger Spark than Tarvek. And he refused to do that. But... maybe he was. He certainly rarely had moments like this. Maybe he wasn't mad enough...
Klaus rounded the corner and stopped dead, taking in the tableau. His heart stuttered wildly at the sight of his son. At least Gil seemed to have the upper hand--for now. He wanted nothing more than to get his son out of this mess. He strode towards them, looming as much as he could. "Gilgamesh!" he snarled.