There was plenty of time to talk. After, between. It was very early in the night and even though the show on the stage below had started, Joseph wasn't watching it.
He was being a little melodramatic, but dancing around what they both clearly desired was getting a bit maddening. Joseph was rather the more direct type. He hadn't wanted to startle Rhys too much, but heavy hints were not going to do much with such an innocent soul. Really, how had such a beautiful young man avoided such attentions? Even if he'd only participated in the most rudimentary of education and socializing, there was certainly many someones who'd noticed his beauty, if not his sweet personality as well.
The boy acted like he'd never been pursued romantically in his life. Not that had been rather short, but as he'd pointed out to Amadeus yesterday, Rhys was a fully grown man before he was Embraced.
And finally Rhys was granting his request and leaning closer. Joseph happily met him halfway, his lips parting when the younger Kindred's met his. One hand rose to tangle into Rhys' curls and keep him close as Joseph's tongue pressed for entry. Once the advantages of being no longer truly alive. Nobody had to break a kiss to catch a few ragged breaths.