Wolf blinks at Eric, then laughs quietly. Other worlds might take some getting used to, even coming in expecting the unexpected.

"Yes, soda would be appropriate, I think. If you aren't familiar with it, it's a sweet drink with bubbles." He gestures vaguely to indicate the machine, then rummages for a bill out of his pocket. "There is juice here, as well, whatever your preference?"

He'll be the gentleman and pay, for this time around. While he's not obligated to be the Dominant here in the club, it's a role he enjoys and was raised to take seriously.