Looking thoughtfully into the fire Viltez considers what his visitor is saying. [i]'I guess I really should work with it more. I'm old enough now, even if I did get thrown out of town I could survive. If my tail could be of use in that survival it's better to know what it can and can't do'[/i] Shaking his head lightly he laughs to himself. “I feel like a kid who's never made use of one of his arms. I know I should be doing something with it, but I'm still too afraid to do anything about it.” His voice is low, his eyes falling to the floor as he speaks. Chewing his lips lightly he adds, “And I've never had someone around to help me figure it out.” His tongue darts out to lick his lips. “Maybe, while you're here y-”. 

His voice cuts off as a very odd sensation runs through his body. His tail tightens firmly around Aryx's arm, the blade turning so it doesn't cut him as it constricts. A faint noise makes it's way out from between his lips and after a second his head snaps around to stare at the stranger. His eyes are faintly unfocused as his gaze wanders down to the wayward limb clinging to the other man's arm. Spotting his hand raised above the tail Viltez makes the connection quickly. Blinking his eyes rapidly he looks back up at Aryx. “You. . . What did you do?” His tone is confused, no hint of anger, just a vague hint of panic. He doesn't quite know what to make of the new sensation. “I've never felt that before, it was like. . . .Tickling that ran all the way up my spine. . .” He continues to glance back and forth between the slowly relaxing limb and Aryx's face.