[Mettaton only laughs at his remark, nuzzling him further.]
How bold... Can I truly blame you for fancying my company during such... sensual circumstances? No wonder you've found a preference.
[Oh, he knows that's not at all what Emet-Selch's getting at, but he doesn't really believe that he prefers him quiet at all. He likes talking to him, even when it agitates him, Mettaton thinks.
It takes him significantly longer to wind down, still having been in a state where he could've been riled back up, but the longer time goes on the more he relaxes, sleepy and significantly warm. He's decided he'll remain exactly where he is, whether Emet-Selch likes it or not. (Fortunately, part-way through the night he'll end up shifting half of his weight off of the Ascian, sparing him from being sore.)
The matter of his anatomy strikes him again; it's something he doesn't want to walk Aefenglom's streets like, just in case, even if he has to muster something temporary. His voice betrays his mood, slow and intimate.]
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How bold... Can I truly blame you for fancying my company during such... sensual circumstances? No wonder you've found a preference.
[Oh, he knows that's not at all what Emet-Selch's getting at, but he doesn't really believe that he prefers him quiet at all. He likes talking to him, even when it agitates him, Mettaton thinks.
It takes him significantly longer to wind down, still having been in a state where he could've been riled back up, but the longer time goes on the more he relaxes, sleepy and significantly warm. He's decided he'll remain exactly where he is, whether Emet-Selch likes it or not. (Fortunately, part-way through the night he'll end up shifting half of his weight off of the Ascian, sparing him from being sore.)
The matter of his anatomy strikes him again; it's something he doesn't want to walk Aefenglom's streets like, just in case, even if he has to muster something temporary. His voice betrays his mood, slow and intimate.]
...Help me in the morning?