[This shouldn't be making him as upset as this is. It's a stupid conversation about a mistake that started because Mettaton can't keep himself from wanting to know every stupid little thing about human culture. He wanted to know more about Keats and his ridiculous mystery. He didn't need the investigation turned on himself.

It brings a spike of defensiveness in him, his eyes narrowing despite the cheery smile on his face. It's like dealing with Zenyatta all over again, though Keats clearly doesn't have the insight to put together anything meaningful like the robot could.]

Hm...! [Mettaton crosses an arm over his chest, the other going to his face in an exaggerated thinking pose.] That sounds like a fun riddle!! Might be the same reason someone refuses to admit they were enjoying a movie when they spent the entire run-time watching it through a mirror and crying. [Yeah. He saw that. He took notes about it.] Giselle and Robert dance to a song about the futility of their love, someone's eyes glaze over with tears and anger at being emotionally compromised... Sigh!!

How about this: I'll admit I'm running away from something once you do. [He pauses. Just for a moment. He already knows the answer.] No? Then I guess you're just seeing things, [the name rolls out of his speakers, angry and bitter,] Herve.