"Think you popped my back." He murmured after a second as he grabbed for a new shirt. Noting with a quiet whine the tears in his prior garment, holes along his vertebrae from where protrusions of sharp spines had split out from his skin. It wasn't a particularly common habit but when he was too excited or got a large burst of adrenaline he fell into an odd limbo between his Sin form and how he normally looked. At the moment he sat with large ashen horns, what normally would've been a pretty sight among his stark grey locks and the tan of his skin, seemed muddled in appearance by the fact that they were wedged firmly into the headboard of the bed. Sweat clumped the hair to his forehead and as he stared up at you, clumps of obsidian coloured scales sat tracing up his neck and along his jaw. Though you also saw evidence of the clumps along his sides and waist. He attempted to gingerly hold your waist, knowing damn well that he could cut through you like ribbon if he found himself being careless with the large claws that still hadn't fully receded back from his hands. With an overstimulated huff, he moved you off his hips and tugged the rest of his clothes back on as he dislodged his head from the headboard. Catching a glimpse of the scratch marks he'd also left on the furniture as he gave a chirping whistle of satisfaction as he rested his head in the crook of your neck. Grimacing as he noticed the ragged bite marks he'd left across your skin, made all the more ragged by the predatorial canines and molars that had also yet to recede. "Sorry about all that." He gave a gesture to the bite and claw marks he'd left on what he considered to be your gorgeous skin. The expression on his face still had that weary, dopamine flooded quality. Bleary eyes and a slightly droopy mouth as he panted quietly into your shoulder. Eventually he settled back against the headboard again and grabbed for a beer off the bedside table, he took the cap off with a flick of an oversized claw and took a few sips before offering it to you.