Of course I do, [he sighs, patient smile still on as he snatches up Annie from her attempt at following after Ollie's present. He places her in his lap, where she latches onto his hand with teeth and claws and little bunny-kicks.] It's not as if I'm going home. I'm just...

[Helpless shrug. He reaches for Oliver's hand to squeeze it comfortingly. Mettaton's always been touchy-feely, it shouldn't be a surprise.] You learn a lot about yourself here. I learned that I'm a better bard than a rogue, or whatever way you want to put it. I fight the blues, not people.

Really. You saw what happened to this face after taking only one hit. It's better for everyone to have me in the background instead of center-stage. At least, [another wink. Come on, cheer up, sweetheart...] metaphorically.