Joseph chuckled as well, leaning into Rhys hand. He was glad to see him relaxing, although how anyone could be tense after that he'd never know. "Of course," he agreed without hesitation. They should probably get out of their clothes before they got any more blood on them anyway. Of course, the problem was getting the motivation to move even an inch after such intimacy. It was as close as their kind could get, really.
He was well aware while Rhys would not likely intentionally hurt or use him, the rest of his clan could certainly see it as a weak point to be exploited. He was less concerned for himself than the affect being used in such a way would hurt Rhys. But it wasn't something he was worrying over much, especially right now.
Sighing and nuzzling Rhys' cheek, he finally made the effort to sit up. He unbuttoned his shirt the rest of the way, then used it to wipe away most of the mess on his hand. Joseph shrugged out of the shirt. While his physique was more finely toned than it had been in life, his skin was pale and completely unblemished. More testament to his soft lifestyle when he was alive.