Sam rose a brow when the dog began to bark at him. He remembered liking dogs, at one point. Now they just annoyed him. He paused, then stared at the animal. He considered just snapping his fingers, thus resulting in a one-eighty degree in the dog's neck status, but Sam had somehow managed to remember that he was going to play nice with this Heather girl. At least until she began to bore him. Then he'd get her. And her little dog, too.
He started moving again, further into the apartment and straight over to the couch. He flopped down right next to Heather and planted his feet onto her table.
"Nice couch," he commented, leaning back into it. Both Sam's seemed to like Heather's couch. It was probably the only thing that they really did have in common.