He's teasing, but he's only laughing on the inside. On the outside he really doesn't want to lose a shirt and get poked with those horns. Priorities.

Tugging on his shirt doesn't get the nuggalope to let go, but the offer of more food certainly does. The nuggalope makes the most curious noise when the feed is presented, and easily uses his weight to push Sam a bit of the way to start munching on Christine's hands.

"Thank you," Sam sighs out, wrinkling his nose a bit at the moist feeling of his sleeve. Now that he is close and not occupied with being chewed on, Sam looks back and hums lightly as he considers something. "I don't think either one of us is going to get on him without help."