[For all that skeleton monsters - going by their sample size of two - seem to be universally lacking in the musculature department... There are times when Papyrus watches the more muscular people around him, and wistfully imagines what could have been. The positive attention he could soak in, if he were that kind of handsome. Sure, he's a very handsome skeleton, he's certain, and yet...

This is one of those times, with Papyrus leaning on the bar and considering McCree's torso as the man returns to the bar stools.]

Mmmmaybe? I'm not one hundred percent sure, but...

[He taps a finger to his chin, contemplating for a lengthy pause.]

No, it seems I don't breathe at all. Air or water, it makes little difference to me!