[There was never an inopportune time to ask questions, really. Dio would always encourage Pucci's curiosity, and now was no different.]

Mh, quite. As it dries, the scent changes. Very quickly, it begins to smell stale. [Probably has to do with the way blood reacts to oxygen, not that Dio would know that. He just knew that dried blood didn't particularly make him want to lick it up. No thanks.]

I feel like this would be quite a poor choice of honeymoon as well. I'd love someplace more exotic, if you were to become my bride. [He didn't banter like this with pretty much anyone else, but it got his mind off of the fact that he really wanted to hurt someone because Pucci got hurt, and Enrico always did help him relax.]

Mh, we'll just have to have patience, then. Let me know if you change your mind, you know it will not burden me.