[Didn't answer at all, did they? No. That's what they do when they get to be like this. They steer gamely past, ignoring everything but what they want to see and hear.

They sit down in the doorway, cross-legged. They don't stop calling them that. They don't leave. They don't retreat, not for a second.]

I'm curious, Partner.

[One can never really deter Frisk once they set their mind to something, after all.]

What makes you think you understand what I want better than I do? I thought you hated it when people made assumptions. Or do you simply know best for me?