"It's not funny." Was what he managed to spit out in a threatening tone as he struggled to remove the collar from his neck. The garment had gotten caught on the ridged spikes that had risen up along his spine during the excitement of the whole event, it hadn't gone unnoticed as you'd yelp and show'd him the newly made slashes that your fingers sported and the blood that had begun to dribble from them, but he'd simply licked the blood off and continued. Though now that time had passed and he seemed able to think clearly, he realized that the bulky tail that seemed to not stop twitching, half formed horns that jutted out from his now clumpy hair, and blue streaked spikes along his spine and arms were making his attempt at relaxing more difficult considering he seemed to be abusing the headboard more and more with every move he made. He scoffed and went to swat your hand away from his neck as you reached over to undo the leash and collar for him since he was obviously struggling with it and after a moment of weighing his pride over his relaxation, he eventually conceded and let you help him as you worked with nimble fingers to undo the small knots that the thread had formed on the ridges. With you tucked against his side, his arm around you and the jagged ends of the demonic claws barely touching your skin as he hesitated to mark you up more than he already had. As he chuffed and leaned his head back against the headboard, a small plume of smoke left his lips, the low light of the room caught on the shiny deep blue of the scale's trailing along his neck and face in small, thin, streaks. He closed his eyes as he seemed to take his first proper inhale in an attempt to calm himself, a deep rumbling in his chest sounding almost like a purr of a large feline as heat radiated off him like a campfire. Using his free hand, he pushed hair from his face and grabbed for the clothes that he could reach without moving you too much and after redressing, he spent a few moments staring at the wall adjacent to you both