The smoke billows from his lips as he smiles, leaning on a wall to look at you better. You were sent to kill him once he left Dio. Yet, he just can't find it in himself to fight you.

"Mon chou, please don't make me fight you." Polnareff tries to persuade you, a smile on his pale lips.

The Frenchman knows you have a fleshbud; he'll make Jotaro deal with it. For now, those broken heart earrings will swing below his lobes, representing how his heart swooned at the first glimpse of you.