"No harm in that then." A smirk, shrugging up his hands. "Unless he's plotting something of course, then I suppose it would be wise to get closer." Leaning back, propping his knees up and setting his arms on the tops of them, stick discarded completely now.

This boy was- despite his aversion to getting 'angry', quite intense. The way Giorno looked at him, how he spoke, how thoughtful he was, he often reminded him of Chrollo. Though- oddly enough the other man was more- playful than this boy- some how. It was interesting. He wanted to know more about this world- a world that would make a family like theirs. It had to be quite something.

"The things-" Lids low, glancing to Giorno's side- where he sees a shadow... "The ones that are at your sides, the vines Jonathan uses for example, what are call?"