"If he's plotting something, I want as little to do with it as possible." He wrinkles his nose, pokes the marshmallow on the end of his stick. "It would only result in a war between him and the Joestar clan, and I'm not taking sides in that." That's the last thing he wants, really - getting involved in something like that just means he's inevitably going to end up doing something he'll wish he hadn't. Bah.

Okay, roasting resumes. But he nearly drops his stick at that next bit. Giorno looks over at him, expression unreadable. "You can see them.

"How?"