Your dark prison of passion? [He lets out a particularly undignified snort.] Oh, goodness, please never say those words again. Ever.

[God, how can he take Mettaton seriously, saying things like that? In a way...he enjoys that. Sometimes it's nice to be all serious and logical and uncaring about everything else. But just to laugh and smile like this...it makes him feel warm. He always wants to feel warm, now. To feel like this...]

[He leans his chin on his hand, gesturing for Mettaton to come closer with his other hand.]

Come on now. Once in a lifetime opportunity here. Come here.