Noctis has had a lot of energy lately, due to the regular food but also how close it was to the full moon and he found working at the restaurant kept it under control. The constant walking, talking, and serving people let the dragon focus on other things than wanting to rub up against Sanji or Zoro or try to fly even though he had no wings.
But that night nothing the weredragon did was helping. He was full of energy and he wanted to be free. But he didn't want to ask either. So he stayed in his room, which he had rearranged about three times now, pacing and blowing smoke out as the energy started to build.
Even shifted as he was with his teeth, eyes, scales Noctis couldn't help but feel like they weren't enough. That he should be able to transform more but being the omega that he was Noctis knew he couldn't. It was driving him insane.
He had been looking for a distraction when he heard Zoro return home. He perked up and listened to the foot steps of the werewolf moving closer when Noctis realized Zoro wasn't going to his bedroom but was coming towards his. The weredragon moved then, going by the door, and taking a stance that clearly said he was going to pounce on the werewolf when he came in. If Noctis had a tail it would slowly be moving as he waited.