Useful, huh? So he was the selfless sort as well. This was just entirely unfair. Joseph just wanted to wrap Rhys up in his arms and smash anyone who dared cause him a moment's misery. He'd always had a weakness for the soft ones, the ones who put other's desires before they own, the truly noble souls. Joseph had to learn that sort of compassion, ironically, well after he drew his last breath. But he'd always been attracted to the sweetness.
Apparently, he was never going to have any armor against it. Not that he wanted to. That sort of love was almost as addictive as blood. Pure and sweet.
Joseph let out a soft chuckle at the question, picking up his glass and taking a small drink. How to express his interest without terrifying the poor boy. "I thought you were very attractive," he began. "And your shy manner very charming."