[Though he exhales a small relief when Mettaton finally shifts upward, and the solidity of the dragon egg is no longer being leveraged into him, it's not enough to remove his exasperation when the robot persists in all else. When this idea seems to have been premeditated and not something entirely spur of the moment- which doesn't actually persuade him as to its viability or sense.

If anything, he's more put out that Mettaton had apparently been planning to ambush him with this, rather than wanting his shards for anything useful.]

None, I'm not financing any establishment. Where did you even get the insane idea that I would--

[Not now, at least, when it seemed to him that there were far more crucial things to obtain first. Things that actually mattered, rather than a business, which could be done later, if at all (and still without his backing).]

Especially when you say it as though my agreement is already a concession on your part, rather than a baseline. [Even without knowing what Bad Decisions lay just beyond Mettaton's presentation of the idea, he was ready to refuse the concept outright. And the closer the robot scooted, the more he tensed, waiting for the discomfort of an egg being lodged back in his abdomen.] I've better things to do than indulge your whims.