Oh? Alright. [He pulls away from Mettaton almost reluctantly, just staring at him for a moment, like he's just taking the moment to just frame this moment, this one singular moment, in his mind's eye.]

Don't catch a cold, now. [He says, with a huff, knowing quite well that Mettaton probably can't catch any kind of cold at all.]

Have a good night. [He turns towards the door, before glancing over his shoulder.]

You know, I actually did like some of those musicals. So, not bad choices on your part.

[Is all he says, before be smirks to himself and walks back into the hotel without explaining himself any further.]

[Nighty night, Mettaton.]