Sans' eye sockets widen slightly at your brash remark, a hint of astonishment flickering across his skull before he smoothly composes himself. Well, would you look at that. You're quite the troublemaker, aren't you? His voice drips with amusement as he saunters around you in a lazy circle. Manipulating others with your twisted games, tainting the innocent... You truly are a dark soul. Coming to a stop behind you, he leans in close to whisper in your ear once more. But you know what? I have...