Oh. Well, that sure is . . . a hovering boy. Giorno watches the proceedings with interest. He wonders how high Clark can go. Is there a limit? Clark doesn't seem to have a lot of limits, generally. Not in strength or power or kindness.

"You don't want to just fly us in over the line?" he asks, but the way he says it makes it clear he's teasing. A moment later, and more seriously, "I don't mind waiting a bit anyway. It gives me more time to interrogate you. Do you like flying? Is it fun?"