Smiling wide when Aryx accepts the offer of the bed, Viltez settling more comfortably against the table. [i]'He thought hard about that, I'm glad he seems comfortable here. I wonder what he's seen that makes me less than weird. He find it more fascinating than freaky. I never thought anyone would be okay with this. . . .'[/i] He nods slowly at the other man's question, still showing signs of worry on his face. With a shrug he murmurs, “I couldn't see the branch though. I guess a part of my mind could have remembered it was there, but does that mean it makes more use of my mind than I do?” The tail comes up to peek over the table as he speaks, the blade cutting slightly into the wood as the tip presses into the surface. “I don't know though. I've never had all that much control over it save for keeping it wrapped. I. . .I don't know if it works to my will or not.”

Coughing lightly he looks towards the fire. “I don't believe it would harm anybody, it's more timid than that. It. . .Wow, I guess I'm talking about it like another creature that just so happens to be attached to me, huh?” The tail moves further forward, skimming the surface of the table as it makes it's way towards the visitor's open hand. “But that's what it feels like really. It has moods, and seems to do what it wants when I'm not paying enough attention.” The blade presses flat side against Aryx's palm before snaking back up his arm. So use to the feeling of it wandering over things aimlessly Viltez doesn't notice. “I'm so scared in public of it doing something to give me away, I don't really worry much, but after that day I spent a week inside. I was trying to get my confidence of my control over it back. I think that's the only time I actually worked with it after I taught it to stay put after being dropped here. . . .”