[He huffs a laugh and pushes a hand against Gold Experience's head-- softly, carefully, the same way he would for Giorno. God forbid he ever mess up his son's hair.]

It was an honest question, Giogio. You can't blame me for wanting to learn more.

[A beat, and then, to Gold Experience:]

Snuggling against me doesn't erase the fact you just poked me, you know. I love you, but I don't have that poor a memory yet.