[Right, he does vaguely recall something like that, but had rather shrugged it off as something too ridiculous to really consider. Now, in the middle of his still-slow turnaround on the existence of magic, he, well, has to admit that maybe that could be a thing.]

...

[He stares at Mettaton for a moment before letting out a sigh, leaning back in the chair with a pensive expression, his eyebrows furrowed.]

And what do you want? Like, really want? I guess it's one thing if you want to be a celebrity, but...are you happy being one, Mettaton?