He didn't know why, couldn't explain it, but Amadeus saying they would both try harder in the future made him smile. It further relaxed him. He could deal with not doing magic if it wasn't with anyone else, he hadn't used it since before the club. Minus the time with Mab, of course. But him being alone was something that couldn't happen?
The mention of living arrangements struck his nerves again, his hands flying to cling to the cushions under him, green eyes wide as his mentor continued on. Leave Henry's haven? He lived here! He'd been made here, had practiced and studied. If he left and Henry came back, he would... think that Rhys had abandoned him. At the very thought, the younger Tremere's throat thickened, anxiety and emotion grabbing him tightly. He needed to calm down - he didn't need to leave. Maybe the ghoul would be...
Joseph had? There was that feeling again, twisting inside of him. Attaching himself to a member of the court? Confusion sparked over everything else, showing plainly on his face. "Marquess..of Hell's Kitchen?" He hadn't known. Didn't know what it meant. He hadn't been focused on positions past the primogen, the prince and Amadeus. There had to be other positions, though, right? He hadn't asked after all he'd seen. He'd been so distracted and caught up in just being there with him.