Making a progressively poutier face in response to Asgore telling me that I shouldn't hug him because his overalls are covered in dirt until he finally relents, correcting a coworker when he asks if I have a dog with a gesture towards some of Asgore's fluff on my jacket and parrying his further extending hand away as he attempts to "get it off for me," trying hard to act dignified within Asgore's dark world but internally making the embarrassing mouth agape reaction face upon a beam struggle straight out of an anime develop between his torrent of flames and the blast of pure ice being produced by some strange demonic deer girl wearing a white robe that I've never seen before