Trying on winter clothes with Asgore and slipping through the bottom hole of a way oversized sweater he's wearing to pop out of the neck hole and smooch him before sliding back out, sharpening and polishing Asgore's trident so he can look extra cool to all the monsters that visit him, absolutely sweltering while cuddling Asgore on a hot summer's night but ignoring it since trying to sleep outside of his arms seems a greater torture than even the fires of hell