Maybe not such a little mouse after all Amadeus was beginning to think as Rhys not only held out his hand as instructed but had dared to meet Amadeus's eyes if only for a moment. There were many that the older Tremere knew of that wouldn't have been brave enough to do that even.
Taking Rhys' hand, Amadeus took the bladed ring he wore on his left hand and jabbed quickly at the boy's finger so that blood welled up. A drop of it caught on the tip of the blade and Amadeus brought it up to his mouth and licked it off. He was silent for the moment as he processed what he could learn from it. "To any Kindred, the blood of a kine can tell them much. Blood type. Any drugs or other altering chemicals in the bloodstream," he explained when he spoke again, his eyes on Rhys making it clear to whom he was speaking to. "But to a Tremere? All we need is a single drop to be able to tell us so much more." Amadeus watched Rhys as he took the time to explain, gauging the younger Tremere's interest as he did.
His attention turned back to the Prince who had been silently watching the two of them. "He is of Henry's bloodline and is of the correct generation." So they are least knew that Rhys had not had a hand in any foul play, at least as far as diablerie went. Not that Amadeus suspected Henry's childer of doing away with him. If he had, better to flee the city then come to face the Prince.
"Which just leaves me with deciding what to do with him," Lucian pointed out. It didn't need to be stated what the options were. Other he'd be allowed to live or he wouldn't. Right now Rhys' continued new existence lay in the hands of the two other men in the room.
Amadeus looked back at Rhys. "Until we figure out what has happened to Henry, I would suggest not destroying him. There may be more that he knows and doesn't realize yet."