Sam placed one massive paw on top of Stephen, half as a threat that he could sit on him. (He wouldn't really; he didn't want to smother him. Then he'd definitely have to get Loki to change him back.) "I'll drool on you," he huffed, then lowered his head and drew his tongue over Stephen's snout and head to make a point.

A very wet, messy point.

"Gotta say, the sense of smell is pretty amazing. Sight, not so much." There was a curious nudge in his mind as Jareth prodded at him through their bond, then a sense of exasperated disdain. The bird thought that if he was going to change shape, then he should get a set of proper wings.