Something about that purr hit him in all the wrong ways but he managed not to shiver and drop his gaze as he probably would have a month ago. Maybe he was getting better. Even so, his gaze became a bit more unfocused before he blinked, getting a little more hold over himself. Why couldn't he and his sire just stay holed up in their haven reading and discovering things as they came across it? Why did he have to get stuck with what he had? A little flash of upset set through him before he shook it off, looking a little more down, towards Tristian's shoulder instead.
Of course, the slight movement had him looking up again and he almost swallowed, finally looking the other man in the eye this time. At least his fingers were safely back behind him, tangling into themselves. Calming gestures worked, sometimes.
Well, they did until concentration was broken, that was. He was probably still a bit warm to the touch but that wasn't what Rhys was thinking about at the moment. His skin was still something close to what a human's would be but that would fade in time. Probably sooner rather than later if he kept practicing blood magic. "I-I don't think giving his address to a stranger... even if you're helping me is a good idea.." If he had a heartbeat, it probably would have been hammering in his chest by now. "H-How did you know I was Tremere?" Maybe Rhys was new still but he didn't know someone could just tell what clan he belonged to. Did he have it rubber stamped on his forehead? And flashing his fangs? Wasn't that something akin to being illegal when humans were around?
All his careful determination was starting to fade, even as he tried like hell to hold onto it. Where did all that spark go from when he'd met the Prince for the first time?