To be mid-meeting and suddenly have his blood-soaked suit pop on would be a nice effect, but it'd drive away advertisers. Maybe for a private party or something.

"Don't you fucking dare," he added quickly, but a corner of his mouth twitched into a grin.

But it faded as he continued. God help him, his eyes trailed to Alastor's middle before it quickly glitched and was centered on his face again. With a frame like his, it definitely wouldn't take long before it stopped being 'oh, I just tucked into a big lunch'. He put a note in mind to get arrangements started by the end of the week.

...Fuck, he needed to break the news to Val and Vel, too. If Alastor was going to wind up hiding out here, it wasn't going to be remotely subtle. Valentino was blind as shit, but he had his moments of perception.

But the question helped him lock in. Nono, he had to regain control of the situation...! With a rub of his chin, he turned and strolled, made a little circle...

"Ohh, I wouldn't go that far! I'm a busy daddy. Once a week's fine to start, so long as you're eating and don't cause any trouble for any check-ups with the physician I pick out that can keep things discreet."

But once behind Alastor, he stepped in and moved to slowly wind arms around that middle, to get both hands upon the abdomen; a covetous hold for both the deer and their precious cargo.

"But once you really start showing, I'm gonna need those updates to increase. It's a delicate condition, you understand..."