Sam's lips thin out a bit at the suggestion. It's, in no way, a bad one, but he doesn't exactly have pen or paper on or near him. Even so, he nods and motions towards the drink then continues to nod and mimes out pen and paper.

As a dog he would be all over and in Krem's space for attention if things hadn't changed, but with the man still giving him looks and a weapon, Sam follows but at a safe distance. He waits patiently as the juice is poured out then slowly moves to get it when he's instructed to do so.