Another gasp, his head starting to pound a little from all the rough housing going on with his horn. The grip on his leg only adds to the pain, causing his torso to curl a bit more, the wound on his side to sting worse, more blood staining his shirt.

"Something between my legs-?" A questioning glance before he looks down.

"Uh, like what? Currently it's a little void there, if you, uh, know what I mean." A small chuckle, looking back up. "But before any of that, if that, might I suggest we flip this 180 style before your weight crushes me to death? I think dying might ruin this for me."