Amadeus hadn't been quite what he had expected but he wasn't overly different, either. He couldn't quite put a reasoning to the middle road on the subject but it wasn't like Rhys was thinking too deeply about it either, especially as he was circled. A little like what a shark would do to their prey? That's the way it felt, especially knowing what little he did about the other man. He'd gathered that to be in the position the other Tremere was in, you had to be pretty strong, no matter the clan. Sometimes he forgot what they all were when he was pouring over the books Henry had in his collection but now, it was obvious. Obvious that he was very much out of his league here.
And a rather under dressed in his black pants and hoodie. At least the hood had been pulled away from his fluffy hair as he'd come into the building earlier. His gathering of courage didn't really include picking out an outfit.
Had anyone ever looked at him like that, other than maybe Henry? Like he'd been interesting of some sort? What had it been that he had said? Did he gain his life back? A million questions were rushing through his mind in the moment and he kind of wished he could go back to the haven to hide again. To be buried once more in old and moldy paper. Instead, he swallowed a little harshly and untangled his long but thin fingers, holding it out as asked. A small nod followed the hesitant motion, but the manners he had grown up with bade him to speak as well. "Yes, sir." Another spark of courage flitted through him and he looked up fully, looking up into Amadeus' eyes for a moment before it went away and he looked at his hand, wondering why the request. It was almost as if he felt a little better to have him here, now.