There was one thing that Amadeus was not found of as sheriff —well there were several and he could make a list— and that was being at another's beck and call. Still, he had stopped what he had been in the middle of and had teleported himself to Lucian's office, and while he may have had enough manners to not teleport directly into the office itself, he didn't bother to knock as he opened the doors and waltzed right in and interrupted the conversation between the Prince and Rhys.
"Lazarus. Perfect timing. This here is Henry Stokes' little fledgling," Lucian introduced if one could call it such. "Apparently Henry has gone missing."
That caused Amadeus to raise an eyebrow and finally turn his gaze to the boy. "I couldn't help but overhear on my way in. He is correct. Henry rarely leaves the city and it's unusual for him to be gone for so long. I would suggest that Sethius might have sent him on an errand but knowing he has a new fledging underwing he wouldn't have bothered." The sheriff moved then, circling around the young vampire in question and looking him over. He had to wonder if Henry had explained who he was to his young charge. Amadeus was well aware that even if Henry had that he was probably not what Rhys had been expecting. Not with the way that he dressed or the eyeliner that surrounded his eyes, especially in comparison to Rhys' own sire or even the Prince in his suit and tie. It didn't make him seem any less the predator however as he circled and then finally came to stand in front of the much younger vampire.
Unlike Lucian, Amadeus wasn't so quick to dismiss Rhys for the little mouse that he appeared to be. There was always a reason that a Tremere selected someone to Embrace. Compared to other clans they were much more selective. After all, who you Embraced you were responsible for also mentoring and sharing the secrets of blood sorcery and those were secrets that no Tremere gave up easily. Now Amadeus' eyes searched over Rhys like he was some secret to unravel.
In the time he's been gone, I've read through at least half his library. A strong thirst for knowledge? It was such a thing in himself that had caught the attention of Amadeus' own sire. A thirst for knowledge and life that was being wasted in the walls on a monastery.
"Hold out your hand," Amadeus requested. "I assume that Henry has at least taught you who the Prince and I both are?"