This... is a… problematic situation that i found myself into, surely someone of my caliber could resolve something as simple as this.
He looks at the person sitting in the kitchen, busy making some kind of remarkable sketch of a fighting kraken. He coughs into his hand, preparing to address his issue.
"Miss Sharp?"
She looks at him and goes back to fiddling her sketch.
"Aye, what is it?"
"Could you perhaps remove this… thing off my couch, I have been trying to cox it into moving but it always seems to oppose me every time I do so."
She raises her eyebrows and comes over to inspect. Then found the problem to be quite amusing.
"You mean Bovril? He doesn't like to be disturb when he sleeping."
"There must be a way to move him off this couch." he rubs the bite mark on his hand. If he wasn't living off on Dr. Barlow wealth, He would've already toss this insufferable creature out of a window long ago.
"Look, he just sleeping by the end. As long as you don't agitate him as you sleep, then he won't do anything." She place her hands on her hips. "Besides you ought to get used to sleeping next to beastie, were in England after all." And with that, she turns back to the kitchen.
He takes another look at loris and mutters something as he scootch over to the far side of the couch.