Viltez flushes, perhaps a little too much so, at the man's kind words. [i]'He really is such a kind person. Brushing aside my foolishness as if it is something normal, something to be expected. . .'[/i] He sighs, watching his tail play about the mans neck and shoulders like a happy snake or something. He tries to imagine how his “friends” from town to react to such a thing and shudders slightly, biting his lip. However looking back to Aryx brings back his warm smile and he gives the man a sharp nod. He feels more relaxed now and a touch of his playfulness comes back. Just as he's about to suggest they head home for dinner, perhaps making a race out of it, Aryx goes on to say a few things that make him uneasy, and a little sad.

“But, I don't want to do such things. The very idea of attacking anyone, even if they attacked me first. . .” He shakes his head, eyes dropping to the ground as his hands come up to clasp the sides of his head. His tail wilts slightly, laying dead across Aryx's shoulder like a limp rag. After a few deep breaths he looks up at the man with a strained smile. “I'm sorry Mister Aryx, I just, I don't see myself as a fighter, let alone better than everyone else. I'm a cross breed that no one wanted, and despite my skill with my hands I'm little more than a hired hand. I. . . I have no standing, anywhere. No, I'm not better. . .” 

Shaking his head once again his smile becomes a little more genuine and motions off towards the general direction of his home. “Shall we go? It's getting late and I still need to grab a few things for dinner since today's hunt did not quite turn out.” He smiles, no blame on his face when it comes to the failed hunt. His tail curls carefully away from the halfbreed's guest and takes it's place once more around his waist. He knows it's a little early to put it away seeing as no one's around, but with the way it's been coming out so quickly during this trip he'd rather not take any chances.