Putting on contemplative jazz music to assist in my ruminations about the nature of my relationship with Asgore and daring to wonder how the love we share could go even deeper, needlessly cheering on Asgore for each of his numerous victories while witnessing a sparring session against Undyne and excitedly greeting him afterwards with a hug to tell him he preformed incredibly, trying and failing to be mad at Asgore after I emerge from the bathroom fully prepared for sexy-time (that he suggested by the way) only to observe him already utterly knocked out and cutely snoring on the bed