As Viltez busies himself with the clothes, Autharyx can hear the village wake up in the distance. The blessed calm of the morning is starting to get interrupted by the noises that make up the lives of humans, and he knows that by noon it will be hard to escape from the noise altogether. He doesn't know what it is about humans that makes them so noisy, but he suspects a large part of it is that he is simply attuned to it. The great flocks of birds that pass through his lake every year make just as much noise, but he doesn't pay nearly as much attention to it. There always was something about humans, wasn't there? They were both the source of many of his treasures, as well as the source of some of his greatest irritations. Were Viltez' people like that as well, or did they live a less... conspicuous life. His host, at least, was not nearly as grating as some of the humans he'd met.

When he looks at Viltez, he's giving him one of his intent stares again, though he turns away when he notices Autharyx watching. The dragon tilts his head thoughtfully, wondering if there was something off about him that his host was noticing. He'd said something to that intent the night before, hadn't he? Whatever is driving the curiosity, Autharyx can't sense anything confrontational about it, so he doesn't really mind. The scrutiny only gives him an excuse to return it in kind. He keeps his eyes on the half-breed as he gathers the clothes. He'd never really held the appearance of humans in high regard, but he has to admit that looking with mortal eyes gives him a different perspective. Where as a dragon might she a body that will be gone in mere decades, now he can see the strength and grace in that body. Viltez moves with grace, even in a task as small as folding some clothes, and Autharyx does not find it a chore to observe him. He opens the door when asked, accepting his own clothes when he is handed them. 

"Would you care to share in my fruit for the morning's meal?" he asks as he steps into his pants. He doesn't fumble once with the fastenings before closing them, a feat of which he is probably more proud of than is strictly warranted. 

"You provided the food yesterday and I would like to return the favour." Viltez' shirt was nice enough, but he doesn't mourn it when he takes it off. While the plain style suits his host, he personally prefers something a bit more... flashy.

"I could also go to the markets, or perhaps partake in a hunt if you prefer meat?" He folds the shirt neatly before putting his own back on. As he examines the edges to see if they held, he notices that the texture of it is far more agreeable than it was the day before. Whatever Viltez did to it, it obviously worked better than repeated soakings in lake-water.