Kuja crosses his arms. Why lie? The grotesquely-deformed moogle has been nothing but trouble so far-

He catches that look from Frisk, and there's a pang of... guilt. Kuja sighs, places one hand on his hip, staring down at the creature. "I'm not going to lie and say that I'll do absolutely nothing to hurt you under any circumstances... but I will promise your safety provided you don't attack. Are those terms acceptable?"