Had he seen himself? Well, in this kind of outfit, he could understand how the two blood dolls would look at him that way. The clothing, and the styling, were of an interesting kind and complimented him quite a bit. If they saw his usual fair of hoodies and the like? Maybe they wouldn't have said the same thing. The face didn't change, no, but it was usually hidden in the shadows of a hood.
What did he want first? Walking into the box, Rhys noted that this burgundy color was rather popular throughout the entire theater. It was definitely a grand affair, and if he'd been alone, he probably would have stood at the edge of it and stared down, watching everything going on. But he wasn't alone.
More? His fingers flew to behind his back, hiding the fact they were tangling together like they were. It was weird to have the extra piece of jewelry there, but he made due. "Thank you.." He was trying not to hesitate or stutter but there might be a limit there, somewhere. "I've heard." His mother used to call him her little angel.
As for the rest? Rhys couldn't help but chew on his lip. Other things had been thought of, a little, but they hadn't been featuring the two women, as beautiful as they were. "Just blood... to start with?" They had been so nice to him and he hoped he wasn't going to offend them. Social skills weren't his strongest and the fact that Joseph had talked endlessly for two days after meeting him the first time had been a surprise.