That gives Sans a bit of pause because, wow, kind of a sore spot there, buddy. He raises his hands in mock defense, and three of his seven eyes seem to roll of their own accord. Not to mention... it's a bit surprising that Lambert can see his true form well enough to know so concretely that he's an angel. Fascinating.

"Not all angels are guardians, pal," he says. Maybe his image of a carrion bird is more accurate than one might expect - except for the part where Sans actually gets anything out of the equation. "I'm what they call an angel of death."

It's said with an oppressive amount of gravitas, his eye sockets momentarily going dark. The moment is quickly over, however, as Sans shrugs.

"Y'know, a psychopomp? Spirit guide? So, like I said. Not my department."