[That blush that made the marks upon Caesar's cheeks pop, the flush that traveled all the way down his collar bones? Totally not from embarrassment, completely the flush from the hot water of his bath talking, yup. He was frustrated with himself for being caught off his game, and by Jojo of all people, when he was the one who was supposed to be the teacher in this situation! Dammit. Oh well...he'd grace Jojo with that point because that was all he was going to win this round.
The blonde shot his friend the sharpest of smirks and shifted his weight. Idiot.] You're welcome, asshole. Only the best for my amico.

[The look turned further unamused the more cocky bullshit that spewed forth from the Joestar's mouth. It's not his fault Jojo was probably probed by the Germans and replaced by a clone! But, no, that's not right. There's no other creature on this earth that could imitate that shpiel. He did his own appreciative look over, noting for later that the kid actually looked good in a suit.] You clean up pretty good yourself, Jojo. I'm truly touched that you even bathed for me. Perhaps you are taking this seriously.

[Rolling his eyes, a true grin blossoming at the corners of his mouth, he pulled away from the doorway and swept his arm out in a come inside me gesture. The banter was starting to take the edge off his initial flustered feeling. He turned into the doorway, making sure to glance over his shoulder at his friend as he drove his point home, complete selective hearing, my friend.]

Then I suppose it's only a matter of time until you learn what keeps them coming back for more of me, hmm? Truly irresistible doesn't even begin to cover it. [And with that he sashayed into the room, fully expecting Jojo to follow once he picks his jaw up from the floor]