He snickers, leaning into the quick touch for the half-second it lasts. He can't see anything wrong with Sans and that's enough to put him at ease. Out of sight, out of mind. "Maybe I should start being more sentimental, make sure you're getting enough."

Peter lets Sans tug him down, willingly bending to meet Sans' eyes. He's amused, ready to make a joke about how he didn't actually run into him or groan and ask if that was meant to be a pun, but the humor dies when Sans mentions their knew authority.

"I have and I don't like them. Why?"