Holding the flashlight for Asgore while he performs maintenance on his pickup truck and enthusiastically helping him clean his sooty hands with soap water afterwards, explaining what raclette is to Asgore and not being able to keep in my laughter when I ask if he'd like me to try getting some and he responds by nodding so emphatically that his ears cutely flop on his shoulders like little fluffy waves, walking up behind Asgore while he's cleaning the glass door of a display case with a rag to put my head sideways on his back and my hands flat as if I were trying to listen to a conversation on the other side of a door before slowly sliding my hands downward below his waistband to feel the fur on his fluffybuns between my fingers as he slightly straightens up in surprise (his tail also began wiggling a little so I think he likes it)