Frisk looks shocked. "Wait, what? No! No, no, no!" They shake their head vehemently, scowling. "Look. It's not that I don't enjoy your company! You're really challenging me to up my flirting game, after all. It's not often I meet a fellow master. Anyways, it's just..." Frisk sighs. "Look. Me and Papyrus and-" They stop themself before they say Flowey's name. It would be a major jerk move to just casually reveal his presence to any old schmuck, passing "resemblance" to Captain Cryptic aside.

"Well, me and Papyrus have this... plan to free the Underground. And they- he can't do it without somebody to distract Queen Toriel for long enough to grab the six SOULs. There are people counting on us! As nice as you are, I can't just abandon them to frolic on some grand ol' adventure in another world when the monsters are still trapped Underground! Not that I have much of a choice now, though." They sigh, holding their head in their hands. "...okay. Yeah. That totally made me sound like a jerkwad, didn't it?"