The younger Kindred was worrying about everything too much. Joseph was only hoping if his attentions were truly unwanted, the boy would try to tell him in some way.
But the way he was reacting spoke far more of inexperience than anything else. Joseph chuckled at the question. "Because tonight is much longer and you're not drunk this time," he teased. Because that had really been what stopped him that night. Considering his belief Rhys was without any sort of intimate experience besides rudimentary feeding, it had seem ungentlemanly to take advantage of his inebriated state.
Joseph leaned into Rhys' touch, until his hand stopped moving. He reached up to cover the younger Kindred's hand with his own. Then he gently guided Rhys' hand down to his cheek and turned his face into it. Joseph peppered his palm with a gentle kiss, then a soft nip. Not enough to draw blood, not yet. Just enough to torment him a little. The Kiss was as pleasure as for Kindred as it was for the Kine, especially since nearly all of them had even somewhat delirious recollection of the experience when they were Embraced.