Caster smiled at Chad as he was with her on the thought pattern, but still, there was something about the Master who was making his servant cut off his own thumb that rubbed Caster wrong, even if he was stopped. So, after Gilgamesh was finished telling off the two for their personal attacks, she rose her hand, like a student in a classroom.
"Since I am neither Servant nor Master of them, can I attack, seeing as it isn't personal for me? I promise only to hit him once" She told Gilgamesh, a cute little smile that said nothing about the devil beneath the skin.