Well, somehow, this isn't exactly what Rhys had thought would happen. Making it through the city in one piece? Sure, good. Actually being brought to the Prince himself when he got to the tower? Not at all. It was what he had wanted, to ask the man about his sire, but weren't there other levels in place that he'd deal with first? Underlings at the very least, right? Lucian wasn't even what he had expected either, but then again, what had he expected? A friendly man who would have welcomed him with warm thoughts? Cookies? Rhys had to remember he was a vampire now and vampires were scary. Monsters. Henry hadn't seemed that way, he wasn't that way, but the older the were, the more you had under your belt.
All of his courage was gone. Now as he stood under that gaze, fingers twisted together behind his back, Rhys couldn't even look him directly in the eye. He really should work on all this at some point. Why was it, again, that they were alone? Was this the end of him? How did he even address him? Henry hadn't gone over that, it hadn't seemed necessary so early on. The panic, however, quieted as Lucian finally spoke to him, green eyes going just a touch larger as he forced himself to look up from the carpet and put on somewhat of a brave face, the one he used to use to use in competition. Or, he hoped that's what he looked like.
"M-my sire has been gone eight days now, sir." Should he say more? Maybe he already knew everything already? People had asked him things when he'd come in, asking for the man in charge. "He said he'd be back in a night or two."