Swallowing a little hard, he moved to meet them, trying a small smile as Candy held out her hand. He took it in his, shaking it as she wanted, even if it felt a little bit awkward. She was the expert here, either way. He noticed the way she swayed a bit, but wasn't sure what to say about that. If she was drunk, it would be yet another first broken for the baby Tremere.
He'd been focused on the girl, but when the other kindred spoke up, his eyes lingered on his face, for a moment, before he nodded. All of the kindred he had met since leaving Henry's haven that first time had been older than him. There was no question on who was the beauty in this situation, even if he didn't quite agree.
"Hello, Candy." Softly said as his hand moved to tangle in her dark hair on the other side of her neck. A slightly tight hold. It was hard to hear anything else but her pulse, but he was a little used to that noise by now. Up close and far away. There wasn't any other hesitation in him as he bent down a little, burying his face in the blood doll's throat, fangs sinking the second they touched. It didn't take more than a second for the blood to start flowing, drawing a moan from Rhys's throat. How did anyone get used to the taste of fresh blood?
One swallow, two, three, four before he was pulling away, the tip of his tongue moving over the bite like Mab had told him.