Ah shit they've closed in, it seems. He figures that was a matter of time. He also figures his question was a little inappropriate but at least Yuume was ready to go off. Always prepared, an ever-flowing font of wisdom.

Dio gives Mirio plenty of space to do... whatever he's doing over there (yeah? yeah you're here?? we can all see that????), and he spares Renee a passing glance when she chimes in, but otherwise he stares tensely at the group surrounding them. Great, he's been boxed in by idiots, with idiots. All of this flexing is rather brutish and ridiculous; he can't make himself do something so humiliating if he tried.

Of course, even if Mirio's flex isn't perfect, it looks like it might've attracted some attention if only because he's appealing to these things; and dangerous or otherwise, these creatures resemble the type of person who can get violent if they aren't humoured enough, at least to him.

But he's, like, twelve? He can box and generally fight pretty good but these things are big and he is twelve. A flex isn't gonna cut it. He realises this perhaps a quarter-way into Trying to mirror one of the Buzzswole and changes his plan accordingly to something maybe more defensive-stance-like, but he was already kind of going for the other thing and now he just looks like he chickened out at the last second but ah shit gotta keep up appearances and look like he's trying--

The end result is... whatever the hell this is. Whatever it is, it's struck with increasingly-refined intent and exudes an oddly... menacing aura.