[During that period of quiet, Mettaton strokes the back of his head affectionately, finding it surreal what just took place and with who. But at the same time, when he tries to think up anybody in the entire world, Emet-Selch... has somehow earned this spot as the first person he'd fantasize about, romantically or sexually. He doesn't know when that started. He'd hate it if it came from that moment of deliberately poor acting back when they Bonded, when he leveraged his fingers under Mettaton's chin and asked if his affection would be worth his effort. That was not significant enough on its own to develop into this, though it certainly sparked in him a frustrated want.

It doesn't matter. Still during that silence, Mettaton nuzzles his cheek into his forehead, permitting and enjoying proximity with his neck. ...At this rate, Emet-Selch is going to just keep Smelling Like Mettaton, more and more. Enjoy that.]

Reciprocate. Oh... Do you mean, exact upon me as I did to you?

[That would make sense. And with how arrested Emet-Selch appeared to be, it was something of a shame. Mettaton relaxes against his body, staring off, finding himself in a rare moment of lament. But mostly, jealousy. He's felt that for the Ascian before. But he shifts his perspective into something more positive by will.]

It's too bad. However... I'm positive you can find an equivalent method of stealing my breath away. I have faith in your ability to think outside of the box, darling. More than I would many others...

[Because Mettaton wants to feel that way. He doesn't know how, but he craves it more than ever now.]