[The logic of this argument is troubling, but not surprising. He knows he takes after his father. Polnareff has told him as much more than once. He, too, has the ability to charm those he wants something from.]

[What's actually startling is that it appears Dio does want something from him after all. That doesn't make sense to him. Someone in Dio's position, with Dio's ambition, taking time out of his life to persuade his previously-unknown offspring not to judge him too quickly or too harshly. That's a moot point, of course. Giorno has already long judged him. But that judgment doesn't negate the wanting he's felt all his life, the need to connect with the family of his blood, just in case, just on the off chance that that would change anything.]

[It won't. He knows it won't. But Dio seems to think that it might. Whether that impression is genuine or not, it's hard to say. He wishes they were in the same space, in a way, so he could get a better idea of his father's tells, test him more subtly. This device is in some ways more of a handicap than anything.]

[He looks at Dio levelly for a moment, his gaze even, a little troubled. Then, after that pause, he tugs his braid over his shoulder and fiddles with the end of it, glancing off to the side.]

We don't squander opportunities that present themselves, do we.

[Not the two of them. Not people like them. They are both monsters in their own ways, he knows. If only for that reason, he should make use of this opportunity, to learn more about his own worst-case scenario.]

[A slender golden hand slips over Giorno's shoulder and gently pulls his braid back into place. There's a quick glance from unblinking eyes, and Gold Experience is gone. But he was there.]

I think continuing this conversation in public is unwise. Where are you?