Yes, because you brought it up- just as you always do when you want something.

[He's just as quick to reply, and it is snapping, sharp. Though he holds still in his place on the couch, there's no settling, no relaxing. He felt aggrieved, and in no temper to let go of it. This had been no different than any other time Mettaton flirted and cajoled him into doing something for him; he didn't believe that it'd been intended for the future.

Did he know that Mettaton hadn't discarded their original goal? Did he think he was that fickle? Silence hangs after that question, silence an answer in itself. Even if Mettaton claimed that nothing would be used on his business just yet, was that only because he'd received a verbal pushback from him, with his original intent laying elsewhere? The Ascian stares fixedly aside, ignoring his gaze; it didn't matter, ultimately. He wasn't going to help now, and he'd do what it took on his own to get back what he wanted. His tone cools more into deliberate idleness.]

Pursue whatever you wish. Consider me informed.

[In possibly the worst way possible, but he was now informed, just as he'd been told he was going to raise a dragon.]

Unless there was more that you wished to drop on my lap?