You had a lot to say about him. [That afternoon was months and months ago now, but Fugo's memory is very good. He can remember that ridiculous list of compliments that Giorno slyly applied to the both of them.] Mm. How'd it go again... you started by calling him cute, because of course you did. Or lovely, maybe? You used both of those words.

And then you said he was clever twice, which stood out because you never repeat yourself, very dangerous, thoughtful, and had a fine attention to detail. [That was... oh, right. One more thing.] And that his sense of humor was morbid.