Rhys had been forming words in his head to say out loud when he, too, heard the laugh behind them. Oh, that's right, there were other people in the room. Ones that had completely watched them just make out and were giggling about it. He might have done something completely embarrassing for himself if it wasn't for that hand being offered to him, asking him if he wanted privacy. The fact that he'd forgotten about them at all was something for him.
Taking a second to try and calm himself, he took it, standing up while trying to fix his outfit with his free hand. Mab had said something about him needing to wear this shirt specifically because he needed to understand how it felt being unbuttoned and for some reason, that was sticking with him.
But privacy meant... Oh, if he could blush, it would have been from head to toe right then. What if he wasn't good at any of it? What if he sucked so much, he was shoved out the door? There was a lump in his throat but before he could go too far into ripping himself up, Joseph was turning his attention back to him, purring like that. He wanted him all to himself.
Forcing his head head up to look at the girls behind them, he wondered, for a moment, what he must look like. Hair messed, clothing a bit askew. Maybe they appreciated the view? Taking another bold step, Rhys slid his fingers through the other kindred's and just nodded. "M-Me too."