[He listens to her entire speech transfixed - Dio has shown some sufficiently boisterous mannerisms that it seems not entirely natural for him to pay attention to one thing this long, and there is even a moment or two when he successfully overcomes the apparent temptation to interrupt her. When he finally speaks, it's like he's racing through a hallway lined with tables of jigsaw puzzles, and he gradually catches sight of the almost complete landscape meant for the piece in his hand.]

You're... separating yourself from... worldly greed?

[He has never once been in this situation before, and he doesn't know what to think. She's clearly not an initiated believer - for starters, she doesn't recognize his face. So how would an outsider come to those conclusions...? Maybe she's just in the outermost circle. Well, even in that case, risks are out of the question; he has to prioritize his own existence, as one of Left's bodies. Dio ends up breaking eye contact as he continues the conversation with bright force that wouldn't be out of place on a normal person.]

I don't know where you read that, but, you've got a point, I think. I'm already down to eighty thingamajigs after like a day. How are we ever supposed to afford any of their diamonds and pearls? They're just taunting us. Gilded cage or whatever you want to call it.