Is it? [he drawls, like he doesn't know what he's said is an oversimplification of deception, and that it would never occur to him that isn't somehow the absolute truth because he, Dio, must know better. The kid has the beginnings of an expression and a burgeoning opinion underneath his restraint. But how long can he resist and hold whatever it is he doesn't want Dio to notice away from him?] Then go on, boy. Enlighten me to my oversight.
[Dio sounds bored. He looks bored to the untrained eye. But in truth, he's beginning to scrutinize every movement, every word.]
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[Dio sounds bored. He looks bored to the untrained eye. But in truth, he's beginning to scrutinize every movement, every word.]