“I know your humor can be off,” Muzan says, raising a brow at you, “but I didn’t think you’d stoop this low.” He continues pouring his wine. “Pregnant? Surely you have a better reason to not drink with me.”

He glances up. Your expression doesn’t waver, you don’t smile. Muzan spills the wine, quickly setting it down. His smile wavers, twitches into a frown. If you’re pregnant… there’s a chance he’s the…

"Do you know who the father is.."