The look on Sam's face as he takes the juice makes Krem frown a little more deeply, and he sighs, leaning against the side of the refrigerator.

"This isn't exactly the most ideal way for me to learn that you're not actually a dog," he points out defensively, crossing his arms and pouting a bit. Why hadn't the guy given him come kind of hints before now? Yes, he'd acknowledged how smart the dog was, but that had been a product of the assumption that he'd been really well trained. He leaves it at that though, and fishes in a drawer to find an ink pen and some scrap paper to be used for easier communication.