He eyes him warily for a moment, unsure of how to take the bits of Delta peeking through. Orders are great, but he's not sure he likes this. His gaze remains fixed on York when he licks away the flecks of Wash's blood from his lips, pink tongue flicking out. And yeah, he knows exactly what that tongue can do, how good it can make him feel.

He heads out of the room, waiting for York to leave before he closes the door. The other guards have weapons trained on him and he knows that Carolina is there, watching. Probably following while cloaked.