"You're not entirely at fault," she noted, her tone unnecessarily sharp but only because she was annoyed with Amadeus. "The Sheriff has been neglecting his duty to you and I understand that he has a lot going on but he cannot simply hope for the best when you've had trouble even feeding properly, as I understand it." So that was going to be a task for them tonight, learning how to lure in the unsuspecting. Rhys had a certain look to him. It wouldn't be difficult for him to pick up... well, anyone.
But the question about why made him slow and so she slowed with him, arching an eyebrow as she looked at the baby Kindred. So he didn't know - or he was facing an existential crisis. "Oh, sweetheart, look at you. You are pretty - and if you thought it was because you were eager to learn, then that is likely it. But monster? Tsk, I expect that only came after the turning." She leaned in close, whispering in his ear, "And I should know. I am a monster."
Then she straightened up, loosing her hand from his only to sling her arm around his middle and drag him close. "How quick a study are you?"