[His lips go taut. Irritated, obviously; it spreads to the set of his jaw where it leans against Fugo's shoulder and the tension of his own shoulders. There's no question that Fugo will be able to feel it, and it's very clear from what he says next exactly where that irritation comes from.]

Disrespectful.

[Which, to someone like Giorno, is intolerable. His mouth twists, and he rolls his eyes ceilingward.]

He's the kind of person who's so intent to prove himself that he forgets about everything else. His relationships, his safety, even his own train of thought. He's prone to speaking without thinking and sticking his foot in his mouth. He's also prone to letting out a string of contradictory statements and then being affronted when you can't follow them.

[A beat. Then, sweetly:]

He started being more respectful after I slapped him, though.