The fire again makes him a little aggressive, glancing over at Carly for a moment and then Syrlya at him getting thrown. It's familiar, too familiar, his eyes narrowing with a sharp growl from his throat. It's a jerk reaction on his part to move from his spot towards Sans but he's not attacking, not even trying to grab for the visor. Instead he turns to put himself in between Sans and the others even if he knows he's not fast enough nor strong enough to stop any of them right now without major effort.

"Enough," he growls, his voice low and threatening, his tail lashing behind him, "Removing the visor isn't going to do a damned thing. Trust me on that!"