Autharyx isn't sure if he's supposed to watch as his host wraps his tail around his waist, but he can't really bring himself to deny his own curiosity. The sinuous movement of the appendage bring the night before to his mind when it had wrapped around his wrist and arm in a similar manner. Was the drag of soft fur as distracting to Viltez as it was to him, or was he used to it, as he was slowly getting used to his clothes still? 

As breakfast starts, Autharyx finds that sharing boss food comes easier to him than expected. He even kind of likes seeing Viltez enjoying the offer, rather than feeling resentful for having to give something of his up. It's... novel in a not entirely unpleasant way and he keeps a thoughtful silence as he carefully eats the sticky fruit. 

"I haven't seen all of the wastes yet, so I was thinking of going to the market stalls again, " he says after licking the last of the sticky juice from his fingers. "I wouldn't want to impose on your work time," he continues carefully, trying really hard not to convey that watching someone do work was only slightly lower on his list off things [I]not[/I] to do than actually doing work himself. 

"Perhaps we could set a time and place to meet again? "