The laugh didn't feel like it was something to make fun of him, more of a surprise. But oh, the Prince. How young and stupid he had been, insisting to go up there, alone. Talking back and having his blood tested and tasted to see if he'd killed his own maker. It was a valid thing, probably, but to be a few weeks old and faced with all of that had been daunting to say the least. He'd been so quiet then, refusing to look anyone in the face until they drew a reaction out of him.
"No, he didn't." There was a pause, another hesitation and debate about information. As he started again, his palms rubbed against the tops of his thighs in an unconscious type of soothing motion. "I guess, then, I presented myself alone." Technically? He would never have done it if he'd known just what that piecing gaze felt like when directed on him and him alone. Had it been better or worse when Amadeus stepped in? Well. If not for him, he would have most likely been swept into the gutter. "To the Prince."
What would it have been like had Henry not disappeared? Was he saving him the stress of being presented to an entire courts worth of kindred? Or was he simply waiting for the right moment, for Rhys to be older and maybe a little more sure if his new life. He had no idea how it all normally worked. "I don't know if that would have happened... For me. Otherwise." The had, after all, been busy.