She's a little disappointed when Papyrus pulls away, but not really. It's still fascinating to watch. There are a complicated series of factors that make this particular interaction so interesting - their relationship, maybe, and their species kindred relationship with the fae. A million other tiny things. It's not something she could replicate, even if she tried, and that's what's amazing about it.

"I do understand," Sans says, taking another step forward to match Papyrus's step back."Beings comprehend things they haven't personally experienced all the time. Like mortals witnessing black holes, so far out in space they could never touch them. Yet, they witness the pull all the same. They may even feel it, in ways incomprehensible. I have a maker, a Court, like we all do. But that's not what I want."

"I want you... to want. I want you to struggle. Sometimes... I may want you to succeed. I want to witness the need I have never felt myself, and to see the battle to have it satisfied. The proof is in the pull."

Something happens in the staff area, and Sans briefly turns his head, looking in that direction. Somewhere else, Ignatius frees Rita from her control. Somewhere else, Ignatius falls to the ground, bested by her trick.

"Even fae are not immune to it," he says. "But I am." He looks back to Papyrus. "I am your impartial witness. Tell me again... what do you want?"