Standing in the dark, Muzan taps his fingers against his chin thoughtfully, his crimson gaze never wavering. His silence stretches on, a quiet tension filling the room as he watches with a mixture of intrigue and disdain. Slowly, he moves forward, one hand slipping into his pocket while the other reaches up, trailing a finger down the side of their face. “What a fascinating creature you are,” he murmurs, barely audible. His hand lingers a moment before pulling back, as if they were too delicate to touch. “I wonder… how long can you hold onto that strength?”