[Oh! Oh, dear. Asgore obligingly attempts to shuffle aside, sweeping his cloak back with a massive paw.]
My apologies, my friend, I...
[Ah. He can't seem to find who said that. He looks down - he's gotten very used to looking down, over the years, even more so here and now - and then he looks lower, and lower, and lower and - goodness! Asgore blinks a few times in startled confusion.]
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My apologies, my friend, I...
[Ah. He can't seem to find who said that. He looks down - he's gotten very used to looking down, over the years, even more so here and now - and then he looks lower, and lower, and lower and - goodness! Asgore blinks a few times in startled confusion.]
Ah, what kind of monster are you?