Just how many shots of bravery were going to be afforded to the poor boy tonight? Surely, he was out of them by now, but time could only tell. He'd been more courageous tonight than he had been in who knew how long. He supposed agreeing to being embraced by someone that was little better than an acquaintance was a good start. But really, Henry was more than that, even before. He'd trusted the man without question before hand. Should he place a part of that trust in the man who was standing the closest to him?
He was thinking this over right up until his hand was taken and his finger quickly pricked. A moment of sharp pain before it faded, as if it had been imagined and his eyes shot upwards again. That's why the request? To stab him? There was a moment of blank thought before it caught up to him, right as Amadeus licked up the little drop. Even without the out loud explanation, Rhys knew, at the very least, that his blood had information he couldn't say for himself. Of course, the older man's words were more in depth and if his whole body wasn't tense from the whole thing, he would have appreciated it a little more as the learning experience it was. The correct generation? Henry had explained the bloodlines from the top, briefly, when he'd had a moment, but could that be changed? How would that even be possible?
It wasn't as if he had forgotten that Prince Lucian was still there, but sometimes one thing took his entire focus. With his words was another wash of fear, hands knotting together once more close to his chest. To say he was in favor of not being destroyed was more than an understatement. He'd agreed to be embraced because he wanted to live. What would he know of what happened to Henry? The longer he stood there, the more he regretted coming here, right choice or not. They could look for his sire now but he might be murdered. Once again, graphic thoughts of being left out in the sun were taking over and it was all Rhys could do not to try to run. He wouldn't get far, he knew that logically.
Chewing on his lip a moment, the youngest kindred in the room spoke up once more, making a bid for his life. "Henry thought I could be useful... to the clan and Camarilla." It might mean something to one or both of them, or it might make his case worse.