Sans, he lies like a rug if it spares him -- even temporarily -- from having to deal with a problem. Heck, he'll try to remain uninvolved in something that smells like trouble for as long as possible. Thing is, he can't exactly afford to take it so easy anymore. Look at this -- he's expected to sleep in a room with about 9 other humans(?).

Considering their reputation among monsters, that makes him a little tense.

Looking at Sasuke, Sans suddenly chuckles at his answer. Honest? Screw that, he's blunt. Bones clatter under his clothes as he shakes through his laughter, even going through the gesture of holding the stomach he doesn't have.

"Hey, you're right! And, uh, that's not gonna happen. I pride myself on being absolutely useless," he jokes, not so much puffing up with pride as indulging in some self-depreciative humor. "That way nobody expects much."

He returns to leaning on the rail, grinning at him, "Anyway, none of my beeswax, right? That's fine, I'll buzz off if you ain't up for small talk."