"Not going to eat you, hn?" When Noctis tried to lever him over, Zoro put a stop to it immediately, ramming one of Noctis' hips down under a hand with an incredibly practiced grip and leaning his full weight into the boy's torso. His jaws found the softest part of Noctis' side instinctively, though he restrained himself from going for the underbelly as if to gut his prey. His half-canine teeth sank in deep with the bite, waiting for Noctis to stop struggling for the dominant position under the trap of his jaws.
It was, not coincidentally, similar to the kind of fighting he'd expect to establish dominance over a younger wolf pup with big ideas.