"A little." He might actually have fractured his kneecap. He doesn't care, though. He spreads his legs further, balance uncertain, though the bar actually helps keep him from tipping over.

He shuffles forward on his knees with a harsh exhale as the injured one grinds on the floor, moving with the tug on his hair.

Horns... he can do that. He's very happy to do that. They spiral out from his head, and his eye sockets stretch to accommodate his second set of eyes, blinking slot-eyed and balefully yellow. "Like this, my lord?"