[The relief he feels at that answer is more than he expected, as he'd assumed in himself more ambivalence. But he relaxes, even snuggles back into his lover's embrace, even managing a half-smile as Mettaton demonstrates one of those features he could only have this way.]

Good. I would miss this body.

[Though he would adapt to whatever Mettaton had, this one, with its sturdy features capable of crushing him, with winding arms capable of constricting him- this one, he was already attached to. (If not in the literal way Mettaton was attached to it.) And he squirms, pleased to be caught, to be wrapped up, encouraging the security of his hold- and the way his nipples could be played with at the same time. Even so--]

Though your puca variant was...

[He doesn't even conclude that statement with anything but a sigh. He missed that. All the robotic benefits, plus many of the organic ones. He'd found the claws, the ears, even the fur- endearing. Pleasant to touch. And with full shapeshifting at his disposal, Mettaton could take a break from those features as wanted. Could try on a fully organic body... or at least a semi-organic erection.

Since the grinding against his back, erotic as it was, was less of a tease than it should've been, as there was nothing more there to look forward to, right now.]

We'll find some way of restoring you the pertinent details.

[Though resolute, his tone was a bit tired too, to think on all they would have to reobtain. (Their Bond he simply grieved for.) Kisses against his shoulder too weren't quite the same, though he liked the sensation anyway. It wasn't as if he missed precisely Mettaton drooling on him as he sometimes did, but he was conscious of the dryness of silicone. Soft and warm, but dry- and incapable of neither tasting nor feeling his own heat.

Which was altogether nearly as much of a downer as the lack of cock.]

Though that doesn't change the now. How much will you- can you even feel of me?