[Dio interprets that as a victory. Perhaps he shouldn't. Perhaps he should be more conservative in his perceptions and see it as one step on that road toward victory. But when someone like Giorno, someone who could very easily defy and oppose him concedes to the degree to which he has—and it is a form of concession allowing his Stand to be seen even momentarily—it's nigh impossible for Dio to see it any other way. Dio manages, at least, to keep his delight somewhat contained and regulated insomuch that he does not appear to gloat, but there is no mistaking that he is pleased.]

I'm not far from the McAran Tower, but I won't be here for long given my particular..."allergy." I'm better suited for other places within this city.

[And neither his weakness to sunlight nor where he intends to sleep for the day is something he intends to share explicitly and publicly. What he withholds more specifically from Giorno is that he would also not particularly mind having a chance to feed before he sleeps. It became immediately apparent to him that either the effect of Joseph's blood wore off after death or it had been somehow removed from his body before it was destroyed, but whichever the case may be, he hasn't fed all night with the exception of a saleswoman. That's enough perhaps to tide him over, but he spent more than enough of his fair share of time not eating to his fill throughout his lifetime.]