It's one of the hardest things he's ever done. Sitting and waiting for his guest's verdict on his outrageous request. He knows it's the best for both of them, and that he doesn't intend to do anything that will make Aryx uncomfortable, but for all he knows he's had bad experiences in his home town, or maybe he grew up being taught to hate such things as sharing bed space. So many things race through his head that would have the man reacting badly that he almost misses Aryx's real reply. His eyes light up as the first thing he has to say about his idea is that it's practical. He nods vigorously in agreement and smiles at his guest, his tail squeezing the man's arm again.

He lights up even more when Aryx expresses that he really wants to stay, but moments later he can feel his face lighting up again. [i]'I honestly an not tell if he's doing this on purpose. . .If he's really, saying these things out of pure innocence, or if he's [b]trying[/b] to make my blush. . .Is he teasing me? Is he!?'[/i] he bites his lips, keeping his eyes on his guest as he speaks, trying desperately to come to terms with all the possibilities of the man's words. When at last he is finished he goes back to eating, and Viltez follows suit. He keeps his eyes down for a short time, watching himself eat as if it's the most fascinating thing he's ever done.

[i]'He seems a very straight forward guy. I bet he was just speaking truthfully. I mean, it wouldn't be the first time he's done or said something that was suggestive, and, and he didn't sound sarcastic, so even if he meant it, he actually [b]meant[/b] it, as in he has no inclinations towards such things. . . .'[/i] That last thought makes him sad more than anything else, but with a calming breath he looks up at his guest with a smile and says, “Well then, that's good. Glad we got that settled!” Humming softly he finishes his meal, waiting for Aryx to finish as well before gathering up the dishes and heading for the sink. His tail obliges the action and slips from the man's arm as he moves too far away to be connected and Viltez silently thanks the appendage.

As his hands work to cleanse their evening meal from the dishes however he nerves begins humming again as he realizes: it's almost bed time. [i]'It's okay, we worked it out. We'll just be sharing the space, no big deal!'[/i] Even inside his own head he doesn't sound very convincing. His hands tremble ever so slightly, but he manages to relax them enough to not drop his dishes. He works carefully, methodically, until at last they are all done. His tail curls and coils as he works, reflecting his high emotional state, but he doesn't notice it. Turning to face his guest once more he smiles warmly, tilting his head to the side. “So, anything you want to talk about, or sh-should we head off to bed?” He silently smacks himself inside his head at the stutter but shows no outwards sign of finding himself silly. . . .Other than his tail with is twitching in irritation.