[That's a relief. Not that he was expecting it of Giorno, per se- maybe someone else, someone less savvy- but it's good to hear it spoken aloud, a verbal contract for him to fall back on when his back's to the wall and he has to explain himself to DIO. While he's sure the kid has a few tricks up his sleeve, what with being his father's son, Hol knows exactly where his loyalties lie in a showdown.

Speaking of fathers and sons. Hol parts his lips and releases a long, slow stream of smoke, fixing Giorno with a slightly wary look.]

Harmless, huh? [He squints a little, in that practised way of his that he's pretty sure makes him look faintly like a young Clint Eastwood, only with better hair.] You don't burn up in sunlight or anything that I've seen so... does that mean you don't drink blood neither?

[He hasn't caught Giorno chomping on his neck, or giving it any undue attention at all for that matter, but it's always worth checking. He's seen DIO's girls, piled up in the hall like old newspapers, and there's no way in hell he's going to end up like any of them.]