Rhys knew that some blood tasted different, depending on a lot of different factors, but he wasn't anywhere near an expert on fresh blood. Feeding that way only twice now didn't put him in that category. But he could, eventually. If he sucked it up, or learned from Mab right here and now.
As they walked, he listened to whatever she said, rolling it over in his head as she continued. That had been a problem for him, wasn't it? He didn't have guts, necessarily. Was that why he had gone that far after only two things? They had seemed so simple. Meditate with one of his belongings and sending a blood message. "I need to work on that..." He didn't realize, for a moment, that he'd said it out loud.