The touches isn't exactly a hardship to endure -- she doesn't knock on his skull or anything -- but Sans can't help his cheek bones going a little blue from awkwardness. Yeesh. Humans.

"Yep." He leans back, looking somewhat relieved. "100% bone-ified skeleton, at your service. Or the other way around, in this case. 'Cuz I'll be straight with you, kid, this whole promotion gig is a little more work than I thought I was signing on for."

A beat.

"How loud can you yell?"