[Mettaton places his hands on his hips, sizing her up and trying to gather what class she is that suits a career. Fighter? Monk? Ranger? Any of them strike him as possible, given the suggestion, but it's still interesting to imagine that someone who takes interest in music would find herself sorted as a class related to battle.

He remembers talking with Molly about the life he led, and it clicks, although he has no clue what he'd consider himself. Just that he was a performer, then a "private contractor." It must be a similar set of circumstances. MTT nods.]

I suppose there is nothing wrong with that... if you find it equally agreeable. [If she tried pulling something funny with his class or race in this world, on the other hand, she'd never hear the end of it from him.] By upbringing, do you mean to suggest that you've been a performer of sorts? Tell me more, beautiful.