Liam moves the cane from Mike's throat and smacks it hard against the bed as hard as he can. It makes a thunderous sound, far louder than was necessary. But he knew how to get the biggest sound out of it, and knew doing it so close to Mike's ear would be far more alarming than actually striking him. Coupled with a dark twist to his expression, a cloud of restrained anger, it was not a kind moment.

His free hand came up to grip Mike by the face, his fingers digging in hard, making the junkie look at him at point-blank range.

"You keep saying that..." he breathed out. "...yet I don't believe you." He shifted back slightly, adjusting his hips and grinding hard against Mike's hips. "I'm giving you one final chance." His weight shifted onto the hand holding the cane, shoulders rolling into a slight hunch so he loomed over the man beneath him. "If you fail me this time, the cane will be the least of your worries. Do I make myself clear?" The dangerous calm started to slip from his tone, an barely restrained note of aggression pushing through.