Autharyx didn't bother to hide his interest as Viltex started to tell about his past. He wanted to ask so many questions, but he didn't want to risk getting his cover blown. Better just to wait and see what the other would tell out of his own volition, than let something drop that would make it painfully obvious he hadn't lived amongst humans in his life. There were plenty of points he could imagine it could go wrong on. The parent thing for example. Sure, he had some vague memories from when he'd just hatched, but overall his species was a solitary one. Eggs were guarded ferociously, but once they hatched they had to carve out a life for themselves. And he'd never even met his sire, so he couldn't even begin to imagine what it would have to be like to live with a father. 

Still, he made an effort to try and picture the life he must have lived. The trees he was familiar with were squat, gnarled things overhanging the water, but he'd seen the larger forests from afar. He had walked through something similar on his way to the village, though nothing quit as impressive as Viltez was describing. How small he must have felt, just a young mortal with trees towering above him in every direction. Or perhaps it had been normal to him, and he felt big once he left the confines of the woods. Autharyx might feel quite insignificant at the moment, but that might only be because he remembered what it was like to be a dragon. He still was a dragon, of course, but still. It was different on two legs. 

"It sounds like you've been on your own for quite some time," he finally said carefully. Twelve, that was young for a human, right? He was pretty sure they tended to place special meaning on the decades they had lived, so it made sense for that to be a significant portion of their lives. As he tried to figure it out, his gaze was drawn by the tail that was waving in front of his face. At the moment it was hard to imagine anyone could mistake it for a belt, alive as it looked flicking this way and that. The fur looked like it would feel soft to the touch, and Autharyx' hands were itching to reach out where they lay on the table.

"Still, you seem to have done well... for yourself... with the..." He couldn't quite help himself. The next time the tail passed by, he moved his hand forward over the table to his fingertips traced the underside of the tail where it passed over them.

"Er... with the house and the job and all," he finished sheepishly, glancing at the other to see if he was being particularly impolite.