[The newness of the Bond, on top of the business-like nature of it and a lack of mutual trust, certainly made it a tether that could hardly be described as particularly strong, or weighty. But it was more magic than a monster could've provided her, and even if guided by the gentle hand of cordial indifference, it was an amount that would improve over time.

Mikasa's statement gets a half-snort as he replies anyway, amused, waving it off.]

It shall suffice.

[She could make as much or as little use of her magic as she liked, even if it would take time for the Bond to provide more than the basic amount of energy. And his own magic use would gradually become more refined with an added monster available, though the specific bonus fae granted was to... illusion, he believed. A pity. Not a field he had ever focused in.

Her question draws a shrug, looking down at her with a tilt to his head. Alas, no ice cream offers seem to be in her future.]

What more did you expect? I'll leave you to the remainder of your day, and you'll leave me to mine. We'll have to encounter one another now and again to encourage our connection past this larval stage, but there's little more we can do for it now. Should you have any questions you think I might be willing to answer, you know how to contact me... and I'm 'oft at Mettaton's house, if you were determined to bother me in person.

[He assumes she knows where the robot lives, friends as they were. And he is, if nothing else, willing to tolerate her turning up unannounced, which is more than he'd accept from most humans.]