["You remind me of someone I know." That's . . . a strange answer, when there's no way she could have known Dio. The shock actually shows, even if only for a moment. Giorno doesn't know how to parse that statement when he doesn't know, from his own perspective, what this other person is like, or if she's wrong about the comparison.]

[The last part, at least, is definitely true. He would do anything to keep his family safe.]

[There's pink stickiness on his thumb, where he rubbed it, from his lip gloss. Idly, he rubs his thumb and forefinger together. He considers her--her statement, her discomfort. After a moment, he nods.]

In that case, let me say what my first instinct was in any case: if at any point you hurt Fugo, I'll kill you.

[He says this very casually, without any apparent ill-will or--anything, really, other than practicality. His posture is perfect, his gaze alert and attentive but not intrusive or violent. This is just a fact among facts.]

I understand that I overstepped my bounds, a moment ago, assuming you're asking for more than you are. I appreciate your desire for autonomy--for your own control over your own choices. But Fugo's safety is my responsibility. This whole city is under my protection, but it's Fugo's safety that is most important to me.