Sans doesn't even try to grab her. For a hot second he things she might actually be cooperating, but then... nope. There she goes.

He slumps even closer to the floor, his mental exhaustion apparent. Blue and gold flames lick at his teeth as he lets out a sigh big enough to make your hair ruffle.

"Of course," he growls, as Roman whimpers and prods his face with its nose. "No prob, buddy. Any time."