[There's just the briefest of moments where he tenses up before he loosens with a shudder, letting out a slow long breath. He's snapped at people who've gotten touchy with his horns before, mostly on the basis of aliens having no goddamn sense of personal space, but... this is okay. He thinks.]

I have problemth. It'sth why motht of my quadrantsth go fuck-up-thidewayth before. Even without your own weird cluthterfuck, there'th thtill that I'm thinking about. You don't really get an idea of it when I'm jutht a one night thtand.