[He gladly accepted the cup of coffee. His eyes slightly glinting in delight to have his favourite drink served and absolutely for free.]
Yes, Diego Brando.
Mm.. you know about President Valentine? It is certainly a surprise for me to hear such thing. It seems that here people do not know him. I suppose you are one of his underlings.
[He uses what he thought it was a silver spoon and then, mixes the coffee. He inspects the spoon - it had not rusted. Therefore, it meant it was not poisoned. He calmly sips a little bit of it.]
Oh, he has talked about me…? You make me blush.
[He says as he takes another sip. Everyone that knows about Diego Brando talks about Diego Brando - that is a fact Diego himself is sure about.]
You have not attacked me yet. Must I think that he has positively commented you about me?
【 ✮ 】— Giorno leant with his back against the kitchen counter, white gloved hand holding his cup as he allowed the bitter taste of the coffee to invade his mouth and warm his throat. The mane of his ringed in his mind like a silver bell, as he memorized it –Diego Brando, Dio Brando… Padre. The association was immediate. He shook his head, shooshing the thoughts invading his mind.
— « Let’s say I had the chance to have a rather interesting chitchat with him, a few weeks ago. » He said, taking another few sips before placing the empty cup on the surface behind him.
— And the other’s assumption made him rise a brow, puzzled, before letting out a low, amused chuckle.
— « Attacking you? That would be utterly counter-productive for me, don’t you think? After all, we’re colleagues, both working for the same person. »
