If looks could kill, well, Kralie would look a lot like Mettaton's dead bodyguard on the ground a couple of feet back. He maneuvers his hands so that one hand is attempting to hold down both of Alex's hands, freeing the other one to grab the human's face so he can twist it towards his own.

"What you would know if you weren't a gibbering maniac with an itchy trigger finger, is that I'm on your side."

He flicks his hand, releasing the human's face so that his chin hits the ground.

"Does the name Glamour mean anything to you? Or are you so out of touch with your people that you don't even know that?"