His left ear flicks as he listens to Syrlya. He did choose not to listen to him earlier but that was because he felt what they were doing was pointless given hurting Sans wouldn't stop the Mother of Invention from using his body. Now that the air had been cleared and the goal was distraction more than just harming Sans, he was fine with that.

He looks down towards the ground like he can't find anything else to focus on other than his words right now. "Who would you suggest," he asks, his gaze turning way from him to look towards Papyrus asking for mild trouble.