[The circus is very silly. Her eyes are too keen to not notice the moments where sleight of hand is employed over pure magic; her mind has been sharpened too much to be fooled by the distractions the actors use to disguise their tricks. But it's novel, as most silly things are to her, and interesting to see how these rogues have honed their farcical craft, and she feels comfortable enough with Giorno to indulge, just a little. She particularly likes the acrobats - the sparkle in her eyes betrays her in this as they linger instead of moving on.

But Giorno's quiet, gentle words pull her attention away, brows raised and lips parted with mild surprise at the sudden sincerity... until he ruins it, and she can't help rolling her eyes a bit instead.]

Ah, yes, how fortunate. You would have to carry my torso around on our walks if that was the case. I doubt it would be good for your back.

[You terrible, terrible boy. She's learning dark humor thanks to you.]