Mettaton thinks of all the brunches, schmoozing, and "dates" he's had to go on to get anything done in show business. He can relate.

"Be sure to soften them up with some wine, darling. It'll make negotiations a lot simpler. Though I don't need to tell you how to do your job."

He sees someone off to the far corner and just manages to stop the frown from forming on his face. The Pied Piper always comes to call, these days. He looks back to Frisk.

"I hope you have a good rest of the evening. You certainly deserve it."