Valentin listened intently when Caleb talked about his mother. Caleb was a private person, and even the gossip grapevine knew very little about his mother, except that she had died too young. Valentin didn't want to pry, not about something as sensitive as this, so he treasured every piece of information he could get, using it to cobble the story together.
The heat of the dogs made this place very warm, which Valentin enjoyed. Vampires were essentially dead and cold-blooded, and warmth made him feel better. Not sunlight, of course, but this kind of heat? Yes.
"A body shop?" Valentin didn't know the term. "Is that, like, where you do tattoos?" He nodded at a pile of other bowls. "Those are empty, but need to be filled with food. You can find that in the cupboards. Don't give them the food yet, no matter how much they beg. We need to put the feeding bowls in their cages, otherwise the big ones steal all the food."