Autharyx watches the play of emotions on his host's face, happy to see that he seems to feel secure enough to 'let it out to play'. It is still rather strange to hear him speak about the appendage as if it has a mind of its own, but he doesn't say anything about it. He's pretty sure Viltez indulges him where he does not know human customs well enough, so the last thing he can do is let the half-breed act however he please in regards to his own body. 

Though when the tail slipped around his arms once more, the stricken expression on Viltez' face made him wonder if it didn't have a mind of its own after all. His host obviously did not like what it was doing, so it must act on some other impulse altogether.

"You do not wish to touch me then- or rather, for it to touch me?" Autharyx inquired quiriously. He debated taking the opportunity to run his fingers through the soft fur again, but based on that had gone the last time he tried, he decided against it. 

"Perhaps it is some sort of instinct?" he ventured, though he couldn't for the life of him think of what purpose this behaviour could serve. "Perhaps it sees me as a... threat or something and in this way the blade is close enough to do some damage?" It didn't [i]feel[/i] like a threat, but what else could it be?

"Maybe if I..." rather than welcoming the touch as he had done before, this time he carefully tried to pull his arm away, just to see what would happen.