Carrick's gaze swept over Kenzi's body, appreciating the way her dress complemented the shine of her dark hair.
"Show me your your limits card," he said quietly. As he scanned the document, he noted that feeding on the slave was forbidden. "A pity. I would have liked to taste you." He reached out and brushed a lock of hair from her neck. "I'll have to make do with a kiss... for now."