To be fair, Joseph had learned how to maneuver through a crowd of sweaty, undulating bodies well before he was Embraced. The underground homosexual clubs of Victorian London weren't all that different from modern social events. There were just fewer corsets and more leather these days.
A shiver ran up Joseph's spine when Rhys' eyes met his. That look was as thrilling the girl rubbing herself against him. The boy might have moved to the door a little too fast for a human, but Joseph doubted anyone had really noticed.
He'd used a gentle grip on the girl, who said her name was Candy. She certainly smelled sweet. She was also a little tipsy, but he was planning on giving both of them a ride home anyway.
"Candy, this is Rhys," he introduced. Candy, for her part, giggled and offered her hand to the boy. "Candy, Rhys."
She giggled again, wavering a little against Joseph. "So which one's going first?" she asked, clearly eager for what she'd been promised.
"Beauty before age," Joseph invited, grinning at Rhys.