Relaxed slightly from getting out his worries, Viltez is able to look at Aryx as he speaks, taking in the man's words fully so he can turn them over and over in his brain. [i]'I suppose he's right. I mean, I feel I am different, and that means I will [b]be[/b] different, but, does he really consider himself different too?'[/i] Tilting his head to the side he tries to imagine anyone finding Aryx anything but enchanting and the only thing that comes to mind is the incident with the vendor when they first met. [i]'However, that was just a cultural different, I'm sure. . .Though, there is the not caring about pants, and the shiny things in the hair, but again, is that not just a cultural thing? He looks perfectly normal to me, and pretty. . . .'[/i]

He flushes at that last thought and moment later his mind is waylaid by his guest's admission that he's is also looking forward to sleeping in the same bed and his heart skips several beats. His faint flush burns deeper red but he doesn't let himself respond by hiding his face or anything. They're just talking here. Aryx is just curious, that's all. He would be interested in sleeping next to anyone. . . Or so Viltez keeps telling himself to keep his hopes from getting too high. He nods slowly. “I-I understand, Mister Aryx.” he curses his stutter silently, wishing he would stop that. “So, um, yeah, we should. . .We should get to sleep. . .” He waves an arm towards the bed. “You can, um, take what side you want. I'll w-wait for you to get comfy. . .”

Aryx walks over to the bed, discarding the top he had been holding before climbing on to the small sleeping area, settling to one side with his front facing the middle of the bed. Viltez tries to ignore the images in his head about how this will look, them sleeping so close like this, and follows his guest on to the bed, turning so that his back is to Aryx. A part of him had been positive they would be sleeping back to back, and somehow that seemed less blush worthy a position in his mind, but as he carefully settles in, touching Aryx as little as possible as he does so, he figures this will actually give them both more sleeping space and may even keep them from having to smush together to fit right.

After finally getting as comfortable as he can, Viltez lets out a long sigh, the feeling of the plush mattress and fluffy pillow beneath him a very comforting one, the familiarity of it all tainted only slightly by the scent of Aryx emanating from the pillows. [i]'Not that I mind the smell. . . .I've been smelling it near constantly since he arrived. . .It's hard to believe it's been such a short amount of time that he's be-'[/i] His thoughts are stopped cold as his tail slithers about under the covers. He can feel it slipping over the warm body behind him, and, much to his embarrassment, sliding up Aryx's back, tightening as if to draw him closer. Bitting his lips, Viltez stays very still, waiting to see his companion's reaction before either pulling it back, or letting it be. At this point, he's honestly not sure which he would prefer.