It was almost as if Rhys' entire body relaxed at the absence of the finger to his chin, standing a little straighter as he had his space once more. Would this all be something he got better at as he got older, if he did? Able to handle more company, so to speak? As Amadeus spoke up once more, there was another sense of relief that started to creep through him. The idea of him having so much to learn gave him a sparkle of hope. Henry had done his best to explain out some basics, and he probably would have been much more versed in the world, if it hadn't been for his disappearance. They hadn't started into the sorcery, just yet, but there had been talk of it and it's link to their clan.
At the question of feeding properly, the younger vampire touched his hair mostly unconsciously and nodded. "I've figured it out. I did break a bag." More like three as he tried to open them as easily as Henry had when showing him, but he wasn't about to say that out loud right now. He could do with a little bit less embarrassment in his life. The first bag had been the worst by far, the blood being sprayed all over his face and hair as he squeezed out of surprise. It was that or nothing because he wasn't about to go hunting by himself, he'd been warned against that several times.