There was no way Joseph could make the blood dolls understand how inexperienced Rhys was. The level of social neglect the boy had experienced in his life, both before his Embrace and after it, was a concept Joseph himself was still wrapping his head around. Let alone convey in any sort of meaningful way.
He was beginning to believe the boy had never been intimate with anyone at any level in any point his life or unlife. Innocent in every way. Henry's motivations for Embracing Rhys were beyond Joseph's ability reason save that the boy must be a keenly talented spellcaster. Yes, he was beautiful beyond belief, but the Tremere were the ultimate pragmatics. Beauty would not be enough for one, especially an old powerful bastard like Henry Stokes.
The hunger in Rhys' eyes as they met Joseph's gaze sent a shiver through him. Yes, the Beast was closer to the surface. Which was likely why the boy was being as bold as he was.
Melissa's let out an equally wanton sound as Rhys' fangs sunk into her. For such a shy guy, he certainly was an assertive feeder. Of course, she was used to older licks who liked to make a game of it. There was something more honest about the way Rhys fed. And thrilling, a hint of danger that didn't come with the other vamps.
She was almost disappointed when he let off, squirming against him as he licked the wound close. "Mmm," she purred. "You're a hungry boy, aren't you?"
Joseph chuckled at the observation. Pulling Chantal to her feet gently, he nipped her hand playfully. "Sorry, darlings," he quipped. "But you're in my seat."
Melissa pouted openly as Joseph helped her off Rhys' lap and to her feet. "Go eat something," he encouraged, spinning her once before releasing her in the direction of the refreshments' table. "You'll need your strength." Especially if Rhys decided to only feed off her this evening.
After a gentle pat on her bum for encouragement, Joseph turned his attentions fully on Rhys. He looked delicious and the Brujah now that they were alone (or alone enough) that propriety could kindly go fuck itself.
Shrugging out of his suitcoat, he tossed it on the chaise Chantal and Melissa were sharing until they were called for again. Unhooking his cufflinks, Joseph took his time rolling up the sleeves of his shirt. "Mind if I join you?" he teased.