Tactless is more accurate.

“So you’re here to fuck me and turn me into a girl?” You decide it best to just get it out there.

“What? I’m just a delivery guy. I’m just doing my job. Look I said I was sorry about the pheromones.” He says holding his hands up.

“But you’re a Minotaur. I clicked. You’re here to **** me.”

“Whoa. Racist. What, are all Minotaur are rapists? What the hell man. I’ve never even heard that before. Where the hell did that come from. I mean I get you are affected by my pheromones, and, I don’t know you, maybe you are like a closet anthro-o-phile, or like ya got new feelings or whatever, but come on, you can’t just say that kind of shit. What the hell.”

“I’m sorry. I’m a little confused I guess. I’ve never met a Minotaur before. I met a demon today earlier. This has been a really weird day.” You go grab a couple of beers and offer him one. He begrudgingly takes it, takes a big drink, and wipes his mouth. You plop down on the couch. Then out of nowhere as if someone else was in your head pushing the question out of you. You hear yourself ask, “Can I see your dick?”