He gives a little nod when asked about where he keeps his tail during the day, his body still recovering from the feeling of fingers caressing it. Not trusting himself to speak Viltez instead listens, chewing lightly on his lip. [i]'I could feel it when he flexed his arm, but it felt a lot different than when he used his fingers on it. I wonder why it feels so different. How come I never did anything with it? Somehow I feel really silly now for going so long without using it. . .'[/i] His self loathing session is interrupted by more questions from the stranger. It takes a few seconds for him to catch what he was saying and he chides himself for not listening. “Um, yeah, I can feel the cloth against the fur. It lets me know it's in place. I kinda rely on the feeling actually, to stay calm in public. . . .”

His voice trails off as once again Aryx reaches for the appendage. It was just starting to relax when he sinks his fingers into the fur and begins drawing them up the length. He tries desperately to keep focused on tracking how what felt where, but the sensation becomes too much as he begins brushing the part wrapped around his arm. A low keening comes out of him and a flush rushes to his cheeks. Even he recognized the burning feeling the races into his loins at the elongated touch. [i]'Oh god, I get it now. It's not because it's a new sensation, it's specifically [b]because[/b] it's a hand touching it that I'm reacting like this'[/i] He turns his flushed face shamefully to his guest and lets out breathy noise. [i]'How the hell am I going to get him to stop if I can't speak?'[/i]

Carefully he brings up a hand, begging for a halt, but at that point he's already reached the end of his tail. Using his well trained control of himself he managed to mumble, “I, um, gimme sec.” before turning all of his will on to the tail, trying to force it to let go. It does not react immediately but after half a minute it begins uncoiling and sliding back across the table. By then Viltez once again has control of most of his faculties. Shifting a bit uncomfortably he gives the man a smile, his cheeks still rather red. “Sorry about that, the feeling was just a little too much. I, uh, did notice that right around the end, the last few inches or so, were definitely less sensitive. Thanks for your help on that.” He realizes he's rambling, but for the most part it's a desperate attempt to calm his body down. 

Glancing at the window he notes how dark it is, but with the rain there is no telling how late it really is. He hums lightly as if trying to think of something then slowly stand and with a little bow excuses himself to the washroom. Once inside he begins breathing hard, wandering over to the spigot and pumping the handle so he can get some cold water. As soon as it starts pouring he hold his hands under it and begins splashing his face. It's not the first time Viltez has felt like this, but the experience if far more intense than the short little thrills forced upon him by some of the town girls. Soon enough his breathing returns to normal and he lets the water stop flowing. After drying off carefully he gives himself a little nod in the mirror and moves back into the little hall. Stopping by a little alcove filled with shelves he grabs up a could spare blankets and takes them out into the main area. He smiles as if nothing happened and shows him his armload of blankets. “Got some extras in case it gets chilly tonight!” Moving over to the bench he sets them down at the foot before moving around tot he table. “Done with your drink? Or would you like another before we settle in for the night?”