"Ouch."

But Sans is laughing, and not just because he's drunk. That's a solid burn. Top marks for creativity.

"I'll keep that in mind. You don't have anything to worry about, though." Because they aren't together, but actually spelling out what he means wouldn't be anywhere near as fun. "But..."

He shrugs, grinning up at her from where his head is pressed up against her chest.

"Seeing as we're now bosom buddies and all, I think you're honor bound to share some dirt. Nicknames, baby photos, tales of traumatic embarrassment -- no featherweight stuff. Give me something I can use."