Lambert can't help bristling defensively at that. No question he's the 'bonehead' in this situation, and though Sans' wink is probably meant to be reassuring on some level, Lambert very much isn't. Reassured, that is.

"So what happens now?" He asks tightly, muscles tense, body keyed up for a fight as he stares Sans down with a challenge in his expression. Not that he actually ... has any hope in hell of fighting something like angels of death or whatever, but if Sans thought that revelation was going to get him to cower or back down, well, he can shove that thought right back up his bony angel ass.

"You got angel cops who chase people down for this kind of thing?"