"See! You're mean," he whined, slumping back in his chair a little. "This is what I'm talking about. You deprive me of my milkshakes and....and you sit all over me like a chair..." Which was his fault, really, but Sam was on a roll here, so he kept going. "And then you sit there and say that I'm a naughty puppy when I'm not even an animal."
He pouted again and looked away from her. This time? He really did look like a kicked puppy.