By both Mab and Joseph. Which after spending a delightful evening in Mab's company, he wasn't surprised about. Hopefully, his censure had gotten through the stubborn sheriff. Amadeus had pretty much whined like a child who'd been given a gift he didn't want about Rhys and tried to foist most of the blame off on Henry. Joseph hoped this would be the end of that. He didn't like to throw his weight around, but he would if he needed to.
Joseph sighed, then chuckled. "A shower?" he scoffed. "Oh love, you have no idea. I have a gigantic bathtub with water jets. I'll be happy to give you a private tour even."