Will nodded. It was the first time he had a verbal critique from a dog he had fed, not that his strays ever complained nor left anything in their bowls, but he had to admit it was nice to hear. No matter how strange the situation was. "I am no cook for humans, but I understand my dogs."
Understanding the other's body language, Will stepped away from the knife. Magic or not, Will had a darkness and viciousness that had been released by Hannibal; something he currently accepted as a part of him. They were a reflection of each other, after all. Still, the fact that Sirius was also a dog gave him a level of safety from that darkness more than any plan human. If he ran into the man again in dog form, he would treat him like he treated the rest of his dogs.
"Yeah," he took a deep breath. "I usually prepare enough for a couple of days at a time, since the freezers are big enough here. Winston rarely complains." He smirked. The man had dog-like eyes.