Sam grins at the greeting he gets from the animals, petting them affectionately even as he looks up at her again.

"Oh! Well, it'll take a bit of effort, but I don't think it'll be a problem." He walks over to the edge of the couch, kneeling down to get his fingers under it, and after a light grunt of exertion, lifts the end a few inches. After holding it there for a moment, he lets it drop back on the beach and lets out a slow breath to relax his muscles. He's clearly more than strong enough to support half its weight; it's the sheer bulk of the thing that will be a bigger problem in moving it.

"And maybe in return, you could tell me about this little one? I've never met a creature quite like it." He gives Angelo another pet, to indicate which one he's talking about.

Though, there is one element about the couch that bothers him; he rests his hands on his hips, looking down at it.

"But isn't it a bit wet? Won't it get mildewy?" Does she have some way of drying it that he's not aware of?