"What?" That "Sam" surprises him and sends him running through a mental checklist even as he pets both dogs as well as he can. Obviously not Sam Winchester- there's Sam Merlotte, but. What? He's not sure of how many other Sams he knows.

Lucifer knocks him out of that thought, prompting him to turn to the wolf. "Well yeah," he remarks, scratching under the wolf's chin fondly. "You're an angel, I can always sense angels."

Then it's back to the dog, talking to him and forgetting not to use the derpy talking-to-animals voice. "Who are you, buddy? I know you have a last name."