Duchess smiled and arched into Serif's petting, purring just as loudly as possible without drowning their voices out. "You two are lovely, so lovely... I would hate for you to go lacking somewhere when I can fill in."

She noses Frisk's stomach, butts her head up against their thigh, and promptly hops back onto the throne. "I hope you don't mind, but... do either of you know where there is somewhere less dusty than here?"