In the back of Rhys' mind, he knew that Tristian meant well, but he could also feel a flight or fight type of response starting to roll around his body. That only worked, though, if something actually happened. Currently, he was just standing there like a deer caught in headlights. Eyes a little wide, body still and a little bit stiff. Bigger, badder monsters like the Prince and the man who was currently teaching him? Like the people who had taken his sire? That train of thought was one he'd had often, but what if someone was actually looking for him? Well, damn.
"I-I don't go to bars..." Really? That was all he could say in that moment? But there was that other answer. He hadn't said his clan out loud, he was sure of that. That suddenly clicked a few things in place and he relaxed a little, his mind focusing on other things. Things he'd seen in all those piles of books - clan descriptions. All the information he'd passively looked over, committing it to memory in the back of his head.
Danger was not quite at the top of his list anymore but he did flinch a little as the other man linked his arm through his, fingers still tangled together behind him. There was a moment or two where he allowed himself to be pulled along before he finally spoke up again, green eyes actually focused on Tristian now. "Are you - are you able to read my mind?" What would that put him in, if he said yes? He didn't know everything but he knew who was and wasn't with the Camarilla, clan wise, at the very least. The alternative was that he had guessed and that was going to be a whole other side issue.