"Your hair is so nice! You have to tell me how to get it like that sometime. Oh, maybe that will help Lord Muzan to trust me with you!"

Douma hummed, toying with your hair and smiling, though it didn't reach his eyes.

You were a strange case, seeing as Muzan had taken an interest to you. He was busy at the moment, so, after careful consideration, he had chosen to leave you with Douma.

"I don't really get why Lord Muzan enjoys your company. Not to be rude, but you're just a human. You want to explain that to me, little one?"

He sighed, grabbing your waist and pulling you into his lap just to hug you. He leaned forward, resting his head on your shoulder, while your back pressed against his torso.