Sans:-his face is full on blue blush- uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhh
Light: Err....I'm sure that's enough......
Papyrus: WOWIE! MY BROTHER IS A MASTER AT ROMANCE!
Light: Papyrus, not now.
-Frisk runs over and separates the two-
Frisk: ENOUGH! NEXT DARE OR QUESTION!