And there stands Dio, standing over Joseph’s unconscious body with a mocking smirk on his cocky face. Even if Joseph told you the secret of Dio’s stand, The World, he was still too late, a knife in his throat as he laid there on the ground bleeding out slowly, but not dead just yet. Noticing you’re pissed off expression and your approach towards him, his smirk would get a bit wider as he speaks, amusement in his tone.

—”Oh? You’re approaching me? Instead of running away, you’re coming right at me?”

The bastard’s cocky, that’s for sure. He would raise his arms a bit, not very fazed by you at all as he stands there with his stand by his side.