Julien's wings flap feebly. He can't think of anything remotely clever, so... "You're an ass."

How does he turn to look straight ahead again... like... this? Okay. He tries harder to raise his head, letting himself assume the S-curve this time, and closing his inner eyelids against the way the room moves. "Like a cobra. O...kay. I am a cobra now." A bit at a time Julien works out how to hold his head up and keep it stable. With the way skin and feathers interact it looks like his neck is very short and thick or even nonexistant, smoothly transitioning into his enormous body. "Now how the fuck am I supposed to stand up."