[When Mettaton lays eyes on him, he also has to fight off a big goofy grin that wants to spread. Luckily he can hide that easily by leaning down and gently tilting Sans's face up so he can press his lips against his mouth. He lingers for a moment longer than he should, a small spark of magic popping between them as he pulls away. It was a rather chaste kiss over all, no tongue, but perhaps more sensual than he intended right off the bat.

He looks around the room when Sans opens the door and laughs a bit.]

Cleaned, hm? It certainly looks better than the usual fiasco brewing in here.

[His eyes happen to drift to the bed and- wow. That's actually a livable, sleepable bed. He wasn't expecting that.]

Well look at you! Your bed looks like a bed and not a bird's nest! I'm proud of you.

[He nudges Sans a bit, all good-natured teasing and steps into the room.]

I brought some wine for us to drink! I think this is the flavor you said you liked the best?