Hannibal only glances down at the corgi trying to assault his shoes, sidestepping the creature and attempting to nudge him away with every return to his efforts.

Animals.

He smiles, not at the dog but at Will, a god among canines.

"I can handle a mess, I promise you."

He nudges the dog away again with his foot and holds up the Tupperware container.

"I made snacks for your new friends."