[Mettaton raises an eyebrow, continuing to thumb through the other papers until he is satisfied. Forged documentation, copies of new IDs, proof that the deportation was cancelled... good. Everything really IS in order, and he feels like he can suddenly breathe a little easier.]

That's a bit of a Marquis de Sade taste you have there then, Bill. Though it's always flattering to know I've caught someone's attention in more ways than one.

[He looks back up at Bill, his attention on their deal.]

I suppose thanks are in order, then. As well as payment.