Well, not on alcohol laced blood. Joseph was fairly certain he could intoxicate Rhys with his affections rather quickly.
Oh no, Joseph never wanted Rhys to mask his reactions. At least not when they were alone. It was part of his charm.
He was very much planning on biting Rhys and being bitten in return. Joseph was unconcerned about the younger Kindred losing control. He was much more experienced and much stronger. He'd hate to have to hurt the boy to bring him back to his wits, but he'd also care for him afterwards if it came to that.
There was a certain responsibility that came with a relationship with one so sheltered and sweet. At least if the person was in any way decent. They required a gentle, guiding touch at first. To be encouraged and uplifted.
"As long as you desire," he assured Rhys, turning his head to catch his gaze. "Now lean down here so I can kiss you before I go mad." While Joseph was perfectly capable of romantic overtures and innuendo, sometime the direct approach was best. Especially with someone who has less of an idea what he wanted and was even less inclined to voice it. Establishing an open dialog at the beginning would hopefully encourage Rhys to voice his desires as well.