Zoro grunted at the dragon's claws, but they didn't move him off of Noctis an inch. "You're starting to smell like shit, alright. Don't you fucking lie to me on top of the rest," he snarled.
One of Zoro's hands shot out to thrust the side of Noctis' neck against the wood, hard enough to begin to cut off the circulation to his throat, where his other claws tore open the pants and started yanking them away from the Slave's body like they'd done with the shirt. The boy might count himself lucky that the claws didn't have to get close to his neck to do it with Noctis being face-down on the floor, but Zoro wasn't expecting thanks for the consideration.
"I said I'd strip you naked first. You've got the chaining and the beating to look forward to. And I'm going to be spending the rest of the night making sure that you stay that way."