[It is a rather dangerous game to play, but not just for Polnareff's sake. The surrounding environment creaks under the pressure of Dio's tenuous grasp on his temper.]
And what would I possibly have to discuss with you? [he drawls, as though they truly have no reason to bother with one another, let alone any mutual interests.]
[Normally, Dio doesn't mind when Polnareff is around and he has no trouble with prolonged conversations with him. He doesn't enjoy the man's company, mind you, but he does enjoy getting under his skin and has it almost to an art form at this point. What makes this time different is that Polnareff managed to get under his first, and he finds it far less entertaining. With his temper beginning to flare, he lacks the patience to flip the conversation in his favor.]
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And what would I possibly have to discuss with you? [he drawls, as though they truly have no reason to bother with one another, let alone any mutual interests.]
[Normally, Dio doesn't mind when Polnareff is around and he has no trouble with prolonged conversations with him. He doesn't enjoy the man's company, mind you, but he does enjoy getting under his skin and has it almost to an art form at this point. What makes this time different is that Polnareff managed to get under his first, and he finds it far less entertaining. With his temper beginning to flare, he lacks the patience to flip the conversation in his favor.]