Dio growls as you refuse to eat again. Sure, he's grown attached to the taste of your blood, only feeding on you two times a day. He's kind enough to give you that! Why on earth would you be this stubborn?

"You pathetic blood bag. Why do you make this difficult? Do I need to shove it down your throat?" Dio snaps, prepared to use The World to get you to eat.

His threat isn't empty, he's done it before. He just can't help but swoon for your scarlet blood.