As the people of time long since past did... using food products is a convenient fix for soothing the libido. [A small smile, playful at its edges.] Is it my creativity, if it's been done before since olive oil was invented?

[Mettaton maybe knows something about the use of olive oil in sex, but he also may not. He doesn't volunteer this information, as he continues to settle into his gradually deflating husband.

And not discouraged, either, as he closes his eye and nods shortly.]

I'll have my chance to work on you yet! When the moment strikes... we'll need to use something. And I believe in my ability to convince you, sweetheart.

[Truth be told, MTT wasn't the most fond of using an inappropriate product for lubricant unless it was part of the foreplay. Whipped cream? Icing? Yes, as part of the show! But when they had so little to work with, and if the moment struck, he was not above doing what was needed—and he knew Emet-Selch could be convinced.

A low curtaining of his lid, he does open his eye, if barely. His fingers smooth their way over Emet-Selch's shoulder, palpating his chest, pressing gently into giving muscle appreciatively. His body continues to attract Mettaton, for all that he lacks the avenues to show it—and the want for him was more than alive.]

Like I said. I'm open to similarly creative alternatives.