Atton was mostly just drunk. And presently messed up in the head. And a whole whopping one point on the Kinsey scale, technically speaking, but also in the frame of mind where he'd probably argue that scales did not leave enough room for colossal screw-ups in general.

"Aw, she reminds me of a Zeltron I used to know," he mused. "Thought she had everything fixed if she just kept pumping around enough pheromones."

He slammed back the rest of his brick-to-the-face and got up. "Let's do it."

Phrasing.