Okay, that didn't work, and Sans is too skittish for him to try again just yet. This is going to be like trying to catch a cat, isn't it.

J stops and takes a seat on the floor, putting the towel in his lap and holding his hands up placatingly. "Believe me, that thing ain't helpin' you." Probably not the best opening line. "You mind tellin' me what that is?" In the meantime, he's listening hard, both for Sans' answer and to find some part of Sans' tune that's intact enough to work with. It's not exactly easy going, but he's determined.