Watching the new dog with curiosity, Will would have sworn on whatever life he had left that it was not exactly a dog. It reacted to his offer to cook the food, even if it was trying to cover the reaction up. Though, if he was honest with himself, the variety of humans in the hotel could easily extend to the pets that fond their way back to their owners. Winston could have been a clone of his own personality, even as it changed over the years and suffering.
Winston watched Sirius, nudged her bowl into eye-sight and started scarfing down the food as if to show it was okay. Her tail wagged as she filled her belly with the handmade food.
Letting himself slide down the cabinets of the countertop, Will rested his head against the wood waiting for the dogs to finish. He never moved to pet them or interact with them as they eat. He found it a rude gesture to demand ease of touching from dogs who had questionable backgrounds. "I won't be insulted if you aren't interested in the food. I'm used to feeding seven dogs, so I always overmake- just in case there are other dogs here on a raw food diet." He smirked. "It gives me something to do with my hands."
He sighed running his fingers through his long curls. Haircuts already were a difficult situation because he had to interact with people, that he had not even bothered in the hotel to get someone to cut it shorter. "So where did you come from?"