His eyes roam over the room, spotting it in more order than when he'd turned his back and his smile becomes a little less painted on. He really is happy to have the man as his guest, and his insecurities aside, he looks forward to sleeping on his bed again. Looking back at Aryx he smiles a little wider as the man agrees it's time to head to bead, the slight hesitation his his voice oddly comforting. [i]”I'm not the only one here a little unsure. That. . . That makes me feels better, even if it mean he's uncomfortable. . . .This is all so confusing'[/i] The two wander to the beast man's room and it isn't until Aryx is about to take his pants off that Viltez comes out of his little thoughtful daze and, flushing deeply, he turns around so his back is to the man. 

He's already gotten a taste of the cavalier way his people walk around half clothed from the morning incident and he has nothing against the man for his actions. After all, they are both men. [i]'It's normal, right? Not to be embarrassed?'[/i] Quickly he peels off his own shirt, hesitating for only a moment before following suit with his pants, his cheeks glowing. Quickly as he can he slips on a pair of shorts he likes using for warm nights – with Aryx in the bed he figures the rather tepid night with be far warmer than usual – and turns to face his guest with a half smile. [i]'That heavens he wears clothes to bed. A part of me was convinced he would just be nude. . .. Or maybe I was hoping. . . .'[/i]

Mentally shaking his head he tilts his head to the side as he listens to his companion. His stomach clenches painfully at the sight of the frown on his face, and what he has to say doesn't make it feel any better. Waving his hand he does his best to quickly wipe away any feelings of wrongdoing. “N-No, no, mister Aryx, you've done nothing wrong. I mean it. It's simply that. .  .That I've never. . .” His voice trails off and he looks at the bed. “Being alone most of my life, I've never slept beside anyone before. . . .” His voice is soft, coming out smoothly as if he's trying to get it all out at once. “And, I-I'm kinda looking forward to it, and I feel like that should be weird, but you're completely okay with it, or you seem to be, and that just. . .”

Looking at Aryx with a pathetic expression he says softly. “Like just having my tail roaming free, and having it hug you, and having it pet, and being okay around someone with it out, it's all just new and different to me. . .” Looking back to the bed he flushes lightly again. He's not quite sure how to phrase the rest of what's going on inside his head so he does his best to sideswipe the issue rather than stating it head on. “And, you know, it's not like there's much room on the bed, and while I don't move much I'm just a little worried that you may feel a little crowded. I-I won't mind, I sure, I w-was just worried about you a bit, that's all. . . .” His gaze goes back to Aryx as his tail begins coiling more slowly behind him. Having spoken his troubles, he feels a lot better now.