A small shot of relief passes through Viltez as his guest expresses that, rather than being offended by being likened to an animal, he actually feels it almost an honor. Or at least does not look upon the idea with disdain. He tries to smile back, the act not too difficult as he's learned to relax around the other. Something about Aryx is just. . . .Calming, despite all the little things Viltez done himself to put himself on edge. As he interacts with his tail he can feel his guest's eyes on him, though not in a creepy way. It feels more scientific almost, and perhaps something else, but he doesn't let himself think about that.

The put-out look that crosses the man's face as he mentions Aryx leaving is not only adorable, but also a welcomed sight. [i]'It means he wants to stay, right? That he doesn't like the idea of leaving?'[/i] As he thinks this he watches relief spread across the man's face, his expressions so open and clear, rather odd for how guarded he seems half the time. [i]'It's like, half the time he just sort of forgets that he's suppose to be mysterious'[/i] He suppresses a giggle at the idea and continues speaking. The color in Aryx's cheeks take him by surprise and he finds his own flush deepening. [i]'Look at us, like a couple of school boys just tickled pink with one another. . .'[/i]

Shaking away the idea mentally he smiles softly, listening to Aryx speak with rapt attention. His heart flutters as he expresses a strong desire to stay, going so far as to say that he would “love to”, but as he goes on it's clear he's embarrassed at his own words and Viltez finds himself once more having the word adorable float to the top of his mind to describe his guest. Aryx is anything but, his hansom face and strong demeanor very much on the masculine side of things, however much he lacks the sharp angles and chiseled look that so many men prize. As he thinks about it however, with the long hair and the rather light frame, Aryx could very well be considered less than manly, but as these thoughts don't matter, he lets them go.

Much to his dismay his tail takes it's cue from that floating word and without hesitation slides forward and slips all the way up Aryx's arm and settles it's blade on the man's shoulder. He doesn't try and force it away, that action taking too much concentration. Instead he contemplates his guest's last words and tries to figure out how he feels about them. [i]'He seemed sincere when he said he wanted to stay, but then he pulled back, embarrassed, and tried to offer compensation, like bartering for a room at the inn, and that felt so. . . .Distant'[/i] Looking Aryx over he lets out a breath and tilts his head to the side. He knows he'll be embarrassing himself even further than he already is with his tail being very up close and personal with his guest, but he'd rather give the honest answer than try and find a way to go along with the innkeeper thing.

“I, um, don't mind you staying, and you don't have to compensate me or anything. I've always made more than I need working my odd jobs, my savings is considerable at the moment. I normally donate it every few months to one place or another, but I think. . . .I think I would rather use it to make us both. . .Um, comfortable.” He blushes deeper at the word, but manages to plunge on. “Th-the only thing I c-can think of, is that, I, um, I don't think I should keep sleeping on the couch. It's comfy, but if you're planning on staying longer, the idea of which is very appealing to me, obviously,” he points at his tail sheepishly. “then I. . .I think we should share my bed.” He can't believe he said it, aloud, to this man. He knows that he doesn't really mean anything inappropriate, but he can see quite easily how it could be taken that way.

As such, he is compelled to explain himself. “I need to be well rested and not stiff if I'm to keep doing my jobs around town, and after only a couple nights I can tell that the bench is not conducive to this, and I would never forgive myself for forcing you to sleep on it, given how I've begun to ache from using it, so I think the best solution is for us to share for now, and maybe I could make a cot some time this week for myself so that we don't have to any more, but for now, it's the best solution I can think of, and I just. . .I just don't want you to take it the wrong way and be offended or anything, I know many people find the idea of sharing a bed, even platonicly, somewhat distasteful, but I should give you a chance to talk, so I'm shutting up now.” As his explanation comes to an end his face is a brilliant shade of crimson and hi eyes are locked on his hands. He's clearly nervous, but the tail on Aryx's arm simply gives it comforting squeezes as if trying to assure the man he'd done nothing wrong despite it's owner's mini freak-out.