Offering to help? A part of him wanted to fall over himself to accept that help with no question and be grateful but another was overly cautious. It was something that had been with him his whole life, especially after growing up with his male part of the family but... what did he gain in pretending to help him? Kindred life was difficult to navigate without someone to tell you the ropes. The first someone had disappeared and the second was busy with his main job. Maybe it wouldn't be the worst to hold his hand out this once?
After a few moments too long in hesitation, Rhys held out his own hand, after he detangled it from where he was wringing it into his hoodie. Twisting and rolling the fabric over his fingers. "Rhys Green." Tristian Mayfair? That was an interesting name. For a moment, he wondered if maybe it was one he gave himself. Maybe Rhys himself should rename himself?
Thoughts for a later time.
For now, his eyes were kept on the area around Tristian's face, trying for making it look like he was looking at him when speaking. An improvement. After another moment, he explained that he was looking for a certain neighborhood on the Upper East side, not giving any real information but once he got there, maybe he could figure out finding Amadeus for real. It might be rude to not say anything beforehand but what else should he do?