[His outburst commands Mettaton's attention as well, and he turns to face him with his usual smile fading away. He did say that, and he's not one to be caught in an active betrayal of his word. Mettaton drops his posture and comes closer to Hank so that he doesn't have to turn so far to see him, swinging the stick at his side idly.]

... A party. Do you really think knowing my thoughts would make you feel better? I mean it when I say I have nothing to hide. I'll indulge you, since I can't deny a request to get to know more about me. These flowers are playing unfair. But... If you had a camera trained on you all the time, would you have many chances for dirty secrets?

[Mettaton boldly steps next to a flower, focusing all of his attention on his career pursuits so as to prevent his mind from wandering too far into the past. He thinks of his shows, the cameras, his fame, his fans... The present. He steels himself.]

I'm afraid there's not much to tell, darling. A star isn't afforded his secrets! ["Oooh, but he might not like to know that I tried to take a human's soul on live television. Would any human like that?" Not necessarily the thought he hoped to broadcast, but it's one he's willing to tolerate. Mettaton smiles, satisfied.] See? It was televised and everything! But now you know one of my regrets. ...Now. Will you let me help you?

["I could act like I'm antagonizing him to prove Sumo would rescue him. Yelling got his attention."]