[It's...nice. Nicer than it should be. He's lulled for a moment by Mettaton's voice, his eyes lidded behind his glasses. Should he really be enjoying this? The words are very sweet, Mettaton's leaning in to him, and really, he wishes he could prolong the moment somehow. Make it last.]

[But he can't.]

[He shakes his head with a slight sigh.]

Hey, we should...this isn't the time, maybe, uh, later. [He pauses, awkwardly.] I mean, it's very nice, just not when we're in the middle of zombie land...