Giorno found it hard not to grin at her response to that, finding it a bit amusing. "Did the one who taught you French use such words?" He asks with a twinkle of mischief to his face.

He catches the pin easily, and after another glimmer of gold around his hand it morphs again, this time into a snake, large enough to cur around his arm like an ornate piece of jewelry. Almost absentmindedly he pets down it's sleek body, the snake appearing to be a young boa of some kind.