[Mettaton was close to saying something profound, something like "how do you know to appreciate the good if you never experience the bad?", but the topic changes. He listens, humming slightly, before squirming on the floor to get closer. He rests his head in the other man's lap.]

Oh, alright. If you insist. Far be it for me to suggest otherwise when you have the voice of a song.

[Hee.]

A song sung by someone I'm certain is pretending to know the language they're singing, but still. Beautiful none the less.