[He doesn't sound like he needs him to get off. In fact, his reply makes him smile some. He'd asked the same when he first got here, and Emet-Selch radiated such an intensely exhausted and negative aura, claiming he was just tired, alive, the usual. He wonders what had happened, to land him in such a state? He managed to feel even worse off than that. For him to say "not too bad" now is a marked improvement. At least for now. If he's given him something of a reprieve, Mettaton's pleased.

The Puca returns his kiss with a hum of satisfaction. He won't comment on it. He runs his fingers across Emet-Selch's as he removes his hand to brush it through his Bonded's bangs, letting his hand remain there this time.]

I'm... [A word can't summarize it. Captivated, satisfied, and similarly overwhelmed. He sighs.] Wonderful. From repairs to ecstasy... My. You really know how to treat me.

[It's better than he imagined, even given his anatomy, and Mettaton will convey as much with his naturally flirtatious manner. Emet-Selch is to blame for his appetite, he decides. Would anybody else have compared to this, with its depth and its intensity? He doubts it. Mettaton doesn't think he could find that anywhere.

Playfully, he eases into Emet-Selch again, even moving to press his face against one of his favorite spots on Emet-Selch's neck — that spot just below his ear, nestled against his shoulder.]

And you haven't been thoroughly crushed by my hot and heavy metal figure yet...? I'm impressed.