[Giorno barely manages to keep from rolling his eyes. The tension that flickers over his face before it settles into cool neutrality is a good enough indicator of how he's feeling about the attitude.]

I was going to say you could probably siphon it into me, but obviously if this is the only option, then nevermind.

[The acerbic nature of this statement is significantly undercut by the fact that his shirt is still up over his mouth and nose. He gestures vaguely at the hell pot.]

Go ahead.