Confusion was starting to become Rhys' middle name, despite his claims he didn't have one. Things for the past few weeks had been such a whirlwind, sure, but the past few days had been so very much for him. He'd spent all that time hiding out in his haven before Mab pulled him out, took him for a walk and taught him some magic he hadn't pieced together from a book two seconds from exploding into dust. There was a thought about Amadeus sending her to him, but somehow, he had to fully doubt that he could control a force like that. He was both in awe of her and afraid, probably for the best.
If it wasn't for her, she wouldn't have been in the Blue Velvet a few nights ago, wouldn't have met Joseph. There was the main part of the confusion that currently rolled around him, distracting him from the piles of notes he had been trying to organize, both his and Henry's. There had been a spark there, that was undeniable. It was something he'd never really paid much attention to before and he was really starting to feel like a child. It was hard not to when one looked at all the other kindred around him. Tristian had been the only one his age and that had gone with less than lovely results.
The night with him, the chats, it all made him feel... all funny. For once, he was happy to have such a pretty face. He wasn't really all that sure what would happen tonight, other than dinner and a show, as advertised, but he wanted to impress the older man, as well. One of the problems in doing just that was that if it were up to him, he'd wear his normal clothing, and he knew that just wouldn't do. Though he hadn't been in overly fancy clothes the night before last, he had a feeling the place he was going required something more. He couldn't exactly ask Amadeus, he'd be busy if their talk last night had been any indication.
There had been a lot of back and forth, chewing on his lip and mouth before he finally called Mab over facetime. He knew by now she would be at her shop and if she were busy, she wouldn't pick up, but when she did, he couldn't help but tell her exactly what it was all for. There had been a lot of her telling him no, a lot of a youngish Korean man in the background mumbling, before an outfit was picked out and Rhys was overly embarrassed once more. That had been a long time of wishing he could just jump into a hole or hide under the bed, but after he was dressed with his hair "properly done", the young Tremere understood why this combination. She had once again done him a large favor. Someday, sooner or later, he would have to figure out how to repay her. And Amadeus, and Ariel...
Even though he had been a bit uncomfortable with the pieces before, he did his best not to focus on it as he took a cab to the Paramour. The building itself was something a bit impressive but it wasn't what caught his eye as the car stopped. It had been the right decision to call Mab if Joseph's outfit was any indicator. As he got out, he was very aware that he didn't have anything to do with his hands, didn't have anywhere to put them when his pants had no pockets. "Joseph... You-" Pressing his lips into a small line for a moment, he tried again. "You look very nice." Understatement.