Sam also gave him a look of "don't you dare set that glass down without a coaster, you heathen" that was a lot like the same one he gave Steve every time he tried to do the same thing back home. More or less identical, in fact, if you discounted the furriness. He put his paws on the edge of the coffee table and nudged a coaster over to him with his snout, although he couldn't actually put it under the glass without a pair of thumbs.

In response to the question, he hopped up onto the couch, fitting his body around Steve's, letting his tail thump on the cushions before he settled down and rested his head on Steve's thigh again. There wasn't anything else to do, so sleeping was probably the best option.

Or trying to sleep, anyway.