That is the longest dubious pause polite conversation's ever managed to allow for. His hands don't raise until he's entirely schooled his thoughts. Trying involves failure, so that's reassuring, but.

I suppose it is a good thing I never ran into him while wandering, then.

Gaster stills after that, making himself into a good audience of one up until Sans mentions the song being old, at which point he chuckles. The noise is two sharp points of static, but there's tone in them clear to those who know to look for it.

It is very sweet. Door or no door, I am quite impressed.

His eyesockets half close, almost lazily, and his own smile goes lopsided.

So... this is the secret to how you charmed your beau, is it?