Ha ha! You poor thing. Don't you worry about the accusations, or the apologies. I find the concern... [He looks for a word, then nods shortly.] sweet. I'll do what I can to get you out of those vines quickly... Even though I mean it when I say they look good on you. Can't stop vines from working their captivating magic. Turning even an average person into something beautiful. [He tilts his head, like he could see a different angle that way.] Or maybe it's you who completes the look...?

[Go figure that the vines are still listening, as they always have been, and Mettaton's flirtatious nature dispensing sweet words directed at them is still an alternative key to freedom. The vines haven't endured too much in the ways of verbal abuse, but plenty in the ways of the robotic star's praise. At this point, the amount they loosen is remarkable.

Mettaton doesn't notice, so he turns away to try fetch again. He's much better at fetch when he's the one catching the stick...]