[When the Ascian accepts a task, he takes it seriously. It just didn't often happen. He'd ever been a low-energy sort, and he wasn't about to expend what little he had on something that held no interest. But this hadn't been something he'd ever tried, even in the past, with all his powers at hand; it made him curious, at least.

Even as he gives his name, Emet-Selch questions the decision, but- the touch of lips to his own helped. And hearing Mettaton use it then- yes. That sounded right. Before answering, he kisses him again, the contact firm, lingering. From the way the idol had looked at him, it seemed as though he'd understood that this disclosure was something that mattered. If it had been treated too lightly, he would've just gotten defensive.

He takes a breath.]

...I would prefer that you keep it between us. I've also permitted it to Mira and the other Warriors of Light of my star, but I'd rather it went no further.

[Not that it would put him at any sort of disadvantage, or even remotely matter to anyone other than himself, but. He hadn't heard it for thousands of years; even among themselves, the Ascians only used their titles. Even this degree of familiarity after so long- he doubted if he'd ever truly get used to it, but with very select people, it offered a degree of comfort.]