[Despite the polite introduction, Carlisle looks at Frisk with all the warmth one might give to a cockroach, assuming that cockroach had walked up and tried to shake his hand.]
The same.
[This is a man who clearly knows nothing about dealing with children, and possibly doesn't want to know anything about dealing with children. His eyes flick to Sans and back in the silence that follows.]
Well. It was a pleasure meeting you, ah... [Lad? Lass?] Frisk, but Sans and I have some business to attend to, so...
[And another pause as he waits for them to fill in the gap.]
no subject
The same.
[This is a man who clearly knows nothing about dealing with children, and possibly doesn't want to know anything about dealing with children. His eyes flick to Sans and back in the silence that follows.]
Well. It was a pleasure meeting you, ah... [Lad? Lass?] Frisk, but Sans and I have some business to attend to, so...
[And another pause as he waits for them to fill in the gap.]