[The prospect that Emet-Selch could have been thinking about how to get Mettaton to experience pleasure on a comparable level by any means necessary absolutely occurs to Mettaton. They're only talking about it, after all. But if he were aware of the lengths he's already puzzled this much of a rudimentary path in so short a moment, it might have been enough to fluster the showy idol who cultivates an image of sensuality and charismatic impenetrability. And without a doubt, it would turn him on all over again.
But that's beyond him at this point, when Emet-Selch's disposition changes somewhat. Mettaton opens his eye and adjusts the position of his head to meet Emet-Selch's eye, his attention captured immediately by the promise of a... personal name.
His eye's wide, and his anticipation's palpable. It's a name, the one that belongs to him and should obviously be the one he's called above all else, but when he discloses it to Mettaton, a whole cycle of emotions flickers across his features. Surprise, excitement, mellowing down to sentimental, warm.]
Ah...
[He'd known there was another name, though it was hard to tell which was his name of preference. Calling it a personal name implied something akin to what Mettaton's always looked for. Identity's important to him, however that manifests.
Wordlessly, the robot shifts his body just enough to bring his lips to the Ascian's.]
no subject
But that's beyond him at this point, when Emet-Selch's disposition changes somewhat. Mettaton opens his eye and adjusts the position of his head to meet Emet-Selch's eye, his attention captured immediately by the promise of a... personal name.
His eye's wide, and his anticipation's palpable. It's a name, the one that belongs to him and should obviously be the one he's called above all else, but when he discloses it to Mettaton, a whole cycle of emotions flickers across his features. Surprise, excitement, mellowing down to sentimental, warm.]
Ah...
[He'd known there was another name, though it was hard to tell which was his name of preference. Calling it a personal name implied something akin to what Mettaton's always looked for. Identity's important to him, however that manifests.
Wordlessly, the robot shifts his body just enough to bring his lips to the Ascian's.]
... Well. It's about time you told me, Hades.