Sans raises his hands in a show of surrender, signaling to Zecora that he'll stay where he's told. Now that that lingering concern is gone, he's getting particular drowsy again.

"Not usually so aggressive... or sneaky. Ringmaster needs to tell her dumbbell dreamlord friend to keep the garbage on their side of the fence." He yawns. "S'stupid. With these new people." His glance lingers on Greg ruefully for a moment, before finally closing them again.