Even as little hands come at his face, Sam merely takes a seat and lets Sina do as she likes, being used to that being the first place some people went to feel.

When he hears Cyril he turns to look but doesn't move out of Sina's grasp. The wagging of his tail slows, still glad to see the man but also a bit nervous to some extent seeing as Cyril has been a bit cold or stand offish since their first meeting.

At Cyril's comment though he gives the elf a look, or as much of one as could as a dog. Oh really? In response Sam gives a bark.