[ he almost misses the words for how quiet she was, and when he finally hears it, he was about to retaliate, who puts something as potentially awesome as wings on a human being despite the fact that given his fashion sense he can't really talk about appearances, but then giorno realizes how old she was and decides to be a lot kinder, a lot gentler in his tone: ]

They are. I was just expecting, well - things like being able to fly, and so on.

That would be cooler. [ he gives her a smile. ] Although given how difficult they are to control with their size already, maybe having such large wings isn't a good idea after all.

[ and he gives a slight bow and was about to introduce himself - but falters, and realizes that the one that comes out of his mouth sounds ... awkward. ] Gold.

[ that is not his real name, but he's not about to discuss that with her now, and therefore: it'll do. ]