Yeah baby. Six foot one and a half. The half is important. And not at all because of the high heels he often wears- those but make him bigger.

"Hm." A calm expression, his smirk still slightly visible on his lips as his eyes watch the two cards now flutter down to join their mess of a deck. How did he get here. Was it fruitful to lie? Most likely Giorno will find out either way, or he knows already. Honesty sometimes does better- and he is aiming to get closer to this person...

His lips curl, letting out a breath through his nose and lifting a hand.

"I like sweets." He starts, mentioning it even seems to make his stomach growl for them, though not very loud. Hisoka stifles a chuckle, setting his hand to his hip again. "Being bad- isn't that how anyone gets here?" Though- honesty- he can't be completely honest here.

"I'm still getting used to what is allowed here." AKA- what he can get away with. "And it seems taking lives doesn't fall under that category. I can just be rather energetic." Closing his eyes, dipping his chin down a little. Energetic- right- he still feels "energetic" even now. Honestly it's difficult to look at Giorno without staring in a way that might harm their budding friendship.

"I took lives of those I didn't know, and am paying for it- as I should, hm?"