Joseph's approach to Rhys had been wholly different than the other Kindred he'd interacted with. He had more practical experience with gentle souls like the young Tremere and a genuine concern borne from losing too many of those very kind of people. Not to mention Rhys' situation was not remotely his fault and Amadeus had handled it incredibly poorly.
"I imagine he was," he agreed. If anything for Amadeus' sake. Love could make a Kindred do things one would not normally expect. "But he's also terrifying and so is this situation when you know nothing about it and only have your Beast to guide you."
They always talked about him huh? "Well, I find that topic endlessly intriguing," he teased sweetly. "As for your growling, when I was a few months out, I will still breaking nearly everything I touched. And the rage? You've felt the Beast, now imagine it twice as loud and twice as hungry. That is the curse of my clan. So you will not convince me under any circumstance one little growl at a possible threat makes you a terrible person. Even I wasn't terribly positively biased towards you anyway."