You did not say that! You just said tell me about him! You were very unspecific!

[He s i g h s, so put-upon, and tastes the frosting, then offers the bowl up to Polnareff for final approval.]

He lets me sit in his lap sometimes. That's the best. It's nice being small sometimes. And he has really good hands. Big and broad, and gun calluses. And he has a really stupid sense of humor. But it's cute. And he loves movies, romantic movies. And his mouth.

[Giorno may die here.]

He likes touching my hair. He's so perfect.