"How legalistic of you." Giorno rolls his eyes a little, and his hands fall back into a normal crossed position. To be frank, the answer reminds him of the sort of thing Dio tells him - enough information to independently confirm, not enough to portray him negatively. An attempt to control others' perception of him.

Or maybe he's just projecting. But the "energy," at least, that's interesting. At the moment, he doesn't look energetic, but that's easily attributable to circumstances. How energetic can a person be when trapped in a cell for months at a time?

"Legalistic, but sufficient. You like sweets do you?" Giorno tips his head. "Maybe I'll send you a cookie plate. Do they even allow that kind of thing here?"