Zoro didn't reach for Carrick's card right away. He was still busy staring at the boy with his silly clump of paper bills - albeit differently than he'd done before. Zoro hadn't really considered the boy in a sexual way yet, attracted more to his martial nature and inquisitive, innocent approach to things. But now that the kid was being trotted out in front of him half-sprung, still scented with his own blood and playing coy...
"You'd like that, hn?" Zoro's eye warmed from its usual black with a sheen of heated Alpha red, and he slowly leaned in to lock his off-balance gaze with Liam's own, not bothering to hide the intent way he smelled him from only a few halted inches away. "You should start thinking more carefully about the words coming out of your mouth, boy," he suggested with a muted growl in his low voice. "The things I would do to you if you were let off of your leash for the night, Liam, would make your master sick." If he meant sick with jealousy, perversity, or just because Carrick obviously didn't care for werewolves, he didn't say. Let the boy's imagination go to work on that one.
The wolf straightened, tautly smiling fuck you at the bloodsucker as he collected the credit card. "Save your money. Your master's paying for this," Zoro turned and excused himself to run the payment.