Without the slightest hesitation, Aryx moves closer, and Viltez once more feels a thrill run through him. A myriad of possible responses to the action of his tail passed through his mind as it happened, but the actual reaction blows them all away and settles in him into a very comfortable place. In his mind at least. He still feels a little tense, the proximity still something he's not used to, but as his insides shiver at the sound of that hum from the other man he knows that he could get used to these. Maybe even enjoy it.

He starts trying to relax, but then the body pauses. There's a moment of fear, a shock of hurt, but then he hears his guest asking if it's okay for him to move closer and he smiles faintly at the dark wall across from him. Nodding slowly he murmurs, “A-as long as you are comfortable, anything is fine really. . .” With those words said he lets out a long exhale and forces himself to relax. With all the practice of making his tail stay still, convincing his body to relax is considerably easy. Especially given how a pleasant warmth rushes through him as the man settles in rather close behind him.

His tail coils tighter before relaxing into a gentle grip over Aryx's shoulder, the blade settled against his back and the bulk of his tail settled along the man's side and looped under his arm. Once it relaxes he's able to fully relax and he settles more comfortably into the bed, his back warming against the other man's body. He tries to ignore the implications, to ignore his body's joyous response, and most of all, to keep his hopes and imagination from rising and leading him into fantasies that will never come true. [i]'He is giving me a lot. I should stop trying to convince myself that there's more. There is not, and I should stop insisting. . .'[/i] Letting out a slow breath he stretches his arms out a little before pulling them tight against his chest for comfort.