Had the poor boy never been wooed before? At all? Although to be fair, Joseph had mastered the arts of flirting and seduction while he still drew breath. The one hundred and twenty odd years since then had only given him time to hone them to near perfection.
Joseph chuckled again. "No one is completely selfless, Rhys," he pointed out. "Everyone gets something out of everything. The trick is giving and taking by equal measure." It was becoming more and more obvious that Rhys had been sheltered in nearly every sense of the word. Not just by his sire, but by his upbringing as well.