[ All he can manage is an irritated scoff in response. He's in no mood, and by the looks of it, neither is Flowey. ]

If I wanted easy pickings, I'm staring right at it. [ His eyes narrow, the scent of sunflower seeds easily catching his nose. ] But that's not the point of why I'm here. Not that I'd expect you to understand. Go wallow back in town. It's safer.